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When you cross the border, much is different.

The first thing you notice is that the signage is in another language: sometimes the words are off just by a few letters, sometimes they are nearly incomprehensible.

Even the motorway signs, although they have the globally accepted white colour on blue background, are just a tiny bit wrong. The familiar names of cities seem changed when written in a font that is ever so slightly rounder with the individual letters ever so slightly further apart. Or are they closer? You cannot tell, but the name of the city you were born in suddenly looks foreign.

There are much larger cues though than the writings on the walls.

Houses )

Writing this down, I've come to realize that my expertise in architectural styles is a little vague at best, so all mistakes are clearly my own.

And: While these houses in the Netherlands seem very different to what I'm used to, there are also striking differences between different German regions: slate shingles in the Bergische Land, red brick in the North, wooden balconies in the South.


Nov. 1st, 2015 12:19 pm
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I took yesterday off - I've only got one more straggler to mark and I'm more or less on top of my planning - because the weather was gorgeous and my back and shoulders definitely couldn't take another day at my desk.

We spent the afternoon at Insel Hombroich, a museum, an island, a park, a place to experience the seasons, modern art and ancient artefacts in parallel to nature. It is not an island in the geographical sense, it is not in actual fact surrounded by water, but situated close to a river and its flood meadows.

I did not take my big camera, which was far too much weight for my neck, so all pictures were taken with my crappy little mobile phone camera.

Read and see more )
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I really should be marking those essays, but here have some pictures of our trip to the museum with our English guests:

Pictures )


Aug. 28th, 2015 05:39 pm
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Going to the same place three times in a row? A couple of years ago this was the epitome of Spießigkeit for me, boring, unimaginative and narrow-minded.

Well, this year we again returned to Lagos in Portugal, but my excuse is that it is a great place and we still hadn't seen everything.

For instance, we hadn't been inside the municipal market, an unremarkable building from 1924. More here )


Sep. 20th, 2014 04:26 pm
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I promised you more about the gallery.

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I owe you picspam! )

More prompts to come: Wistful. I might have something for that. Exposé. I think I need help with this one.
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On my holiday a long time ago I took many pictures of public art. Some of it was part of the Triennial of Contemporary Art by the Sea in 2012, Beaufort 04, some of it is obviously a lot older. My pictures are not meant as an endorsement of the art's quality, in some cases quite the contrary. They are much more about how public art means interaction, reaction and change. Art that is placed outside is very difficult to ignore. (Compare the fuss about Verity in Ilfracombe.)

It's just there. )
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Before I show off a different photography-related project in another post, here are three more pictures from my not-so-daily photo posting. I think they show the different reasons why the aspiration to take pictures every day and post one of them was bound to fail: Show and tell )


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