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The fleeting beauty of the petal's art Is but the currency for life's eternal claim; For in its death, the seed bequeaths the chart To future suns, transcending time and name.j
October 30, 2025 at 4:37 PM
The fleeting beauty of the petal's art Is but the currency for life's eternal claim; For in its death, the seed bequeaths the chart To future suns, transcending time and name.j
Amersfoort op monumentendag.
September 14, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Amersfoort op monumentendag.
In the middle of The Netherlands, Amersfoort.
September 14, 2025 at 2:53 PM
In the middle of The Netherlands, Amersfoort.
We are stars, each following our own path, but the night sky reveals that true splendor lies not in the solitude of the light, but in the invisible forces that bring us together into a radiant whole.
August 4, 2025 at 10:51 AM
We are stars, each following our own path, but the night sky reveals that true splendor lies not in the solitude of the light, but in the invisible forces that bring us together into a radiant whole.
The last rays mingle with the shadows of the unknown; we stand on the threshold of our own inner evening.
It is the moment when doing gives way to being, and time stretches into an invitation for reflection.
It is the moment when doing gives way to being, and time stretches into an invitation for reflection.
August 1, 2025 at 7:01 PM
The last rays mingle with the shadows of the unknown; we stand on the threshold of our own inner evening.
It is the moment when doing gives way to being, and time stretches into an invitation for reflection.
It is the moment when doing gives way to being, and time stretches into an invitation for reflection.
Clear skies?
August 1, 2025 at 8:51 AM
Clear skies?
This spectacle of colors is a daily reminder that beauty is everywhere, and that even the end of the day can be a beautiful beginning to a peaceful, joyful evening. Let us dance to the rhythm of this golden glow and rejoice in the simple wonder of existence!
July 27, 2025 at 3:11 PM
This spectacle of colors is a daily reminder that beauty is everywhere, and that even the end of the day can be a beautiful beginning to a peaceful, joyful evening. Let us dance to the rhythm of this golden glow and rejoice in the simple wonder of existence!
Monday evening in The Netherlands.
July 21, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Monday evening in The Netherlands.
Nature whispers, in this colored light,
An ancient tale, so pure, so undefiled.
And I stand still, with gaze fixed on the sight,
Forever re-amazed, and deeply beguiled.
An ancient tale, so pure, so undefiled.
And I stand still, with gaze fixed on the sight,
Forever re-amazed, and deeply beguiled.
July 21, 2025 at 8:19 PM
Nature whispers, in this colored light,
An ancient tale, so pure, so undefiled.
And I stand still, with gaze fixed on the sight,
Forever re-amazed, and deeply beguiled.
An ancient tale, so pure, so undefiled.
And I stand still, with gaze fixed on the sight,
Forever re-amazed, and deeply beguiled.
The infinite blue of the horizon, adorned with the fleeting poetry of clouds, whispers of the boundless possibilities hidden within each clear day, reminding us of the ephemeral beauty that briefly veils the eternal.
July 15, 2025 at 4:10 PM
The infinite blue of the horizon, adorned with the fleeting poetry of clouds, whispers of the boundless possibilities hidden within each clear day, reminding us of the ephemeral beauty that briefly veils the eternal.
I love those kinds of photos.
July 15, 2025 at 3:51 PM
I love those kinds of photos.
In The Netherlands.
July 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
In The Netherlands.
Hello there.
July 7, 2025 at 8:04 PM
Hello there.
If you stare at it too long, you become it."
July 7, 2025 at 8:01 PM
If you stare at it too long, you become it."
And they wait and wait and....
July 7, 2025 at 7:58 PM
And they wait and wait and....
Look out airplane.
July 7, 2025 at 7:56 PM
Look out airplane.
One of the biggest paintings in Europe
Mesdag, The Hague.
Mesdag, The Hague.
July 7, 2025 at 7:53 PM
One of the biggest paintings in Europe
Mesdag, The Hague.
Mesdag, The Hague.
The World of Silver.
Museum of Silver,
Duch Schoonhoven.
Museum of Silver,
Duch Schoonhoven.
July 7, 2025 at 5:30 PM
The World of Silver.
Museum of Silver,
Duch Schoonhoven.
Museum of Silver,
Duch Schoonhoven.
Visitors of the Past in the old city of Delft.
July 7, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Visitors of the Past in the old city of Delft.
The golden orb descends, a weary eye,
Its day's long labor done, beneath the sky.
A silent promise whispered on the breeze,
Of rest now found among the fading trees.
It sleeps, the grand provider, warm and bright,
Its day's long labor done, beneath the sky.
A silent promise whispered on the breeze,
Of rest now found among the fading trees.
It sleeps, the grand provider, warm and bright,
July 6, 2025 at 8:18 PM
The golden orb descends, a weary eye,
Its day's long labor done, beneath the sky.
A silent promise whispered on the breeze,
Of rest now found among the fading trees.
It sleeps, the grand provider, warm and bright,
Its day's long labor done, beneath the sky.
A silent promise whispered on the breeze,
Of rest now found among the fading trees.
It sleeps, the grand provider, warm and bright,
Golfbaan Kralingen in Rotterdam, the Netherlands, is considered the lowest-lying golf course in Europe, situated approximately 7 meters (about 23 feet) below sea level. It's often referred to as a 'polder course' due to its location in reclaimed land.
June 21, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Golfbaan Kralingen in Rotterdam, the Netherlands, is considered the lowest-lying golf course in Europe, situated approximately 7 meters (about 23 feet) below sea level. It's often referred to as a 'polder course' due to its location in reclaimed land.
The Earth spins 'round, we spin along,
In cosmic dance, where we belong.
No solid ground, no final rest,
Just endless turning, put to test.
In cosmic dance, where we belong.
No solid ground, no final rest,
Just endless turning, put to test.
June 11, 2025 at 8:41 AM
The Earth spins 'round, we spin along,
In cosmic dance, where we belong.
No solid ground, no final rest,
Just endless turning, put to test.
In cosmic dance, where we belong.
No solid ground, no final rest,
Just endless turning, put to test.