A Walk in Amsterdam II

Radjah's 2 cents

01. Amsterdam II

Last night I was quickly in town to meet up with some friends. As I walked to the café I could not resist taking some pictures. I walked from Central Station to the bridge at Villa Zeezicht. These days the summer is becoming cooler. Clouds and rain showers follow the warm days of summer.

When the sun disappears behind the clouds the shades over the city change the light. As the sunlight is no longer reflected on the water and light coloured surfaces the darker colours become darker. Blacker shades add an extra layer of grimness to streets and objects.

I was walking around before the street lights turned on. Between decreasing daylight and nightly darkness the canals remind me of moody impressionist city paintings. It was a good time for wine and company.

The stone text under the bridge reads “Terugkomen is niet hetzelfde als blijven.” Its meaning: to…

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Spring forward…

Mon/My Photo Blog...in english...broken english et français

I should have kept doing some spring clean up, don’t know if it was the clock change, spring forward, but I did not feel like it, besides I had to copy files from my  main, supposely fast, computer, to make sure I do not lose anything, so instead of springing forward to a new painting, I kind of fall back on a previous reworked one…no not the comtess, but an acrylic, from an unknown or knowned as the red coat model, with black boots, still going well, slowly coming out, but  not as S        L       O     W      .      .      . as my old computer who’s serving as my workhorse these days…let’s say it does what he can….so the latest pic, the model pic and the slideshow…

J’aurais dû continuer à faire mon ménage…de printemps….et aussi j’essaie…

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I am a christian, I don’t know and that’s okay.

Kyle Liggitt

Why is it so hard for us to admit it? Why do I always have to have an answer?

As a follower of Christ I feel I so often HAVE to have the answer. No matter the question and whether I have any such knowledge on the subject or situation I feel I NEED to answer. 

Why does God allow children in India to live in hunger and suffering? I don’t know. 

Why does God allow for such quarreling and strife between certain people groups or ethnic backgrounds? I don’t know. 

Why did God allow the holocaust? I don’t know. 

Yet, even though I know the answer is that I don’t know; I pretend. I regurgitate some sort of “holy” answer in the hopes that if I present it with the right words it will make that person feel better and satisfied for the moment. 

“Well, you know the good…

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