A niece of mine wrote a book … so I’m reading …
Marjan is lucky. Her father was a mate (deck officer) and sailed all over the world. In the many letters that her mother wrote to her father, a picture of the Netherlands in the fifties was described. Of course, Marjan now also gets a good impression of how her parents were …. Unfortunately, IContinue reading “archiving is progressing”
Sometimes the term Black&White doesn’t refer to the picture, but on the life we live …. Roosendaal, 1985.
Lochem , 1930. I made a photo of this photo that I found in an old album from my sister …. My mother 16 years old. She paid this official portrait photo of her first salary that she earned as a chambermaid. It was made at a local photography-shop in Lochem, the Netherlands.Continue reading “coloring an old B&W photo”
of course on Neeltje Jans The “Wijngaarden sisters”
a sign that Marjan perceives the intended meaning of all my talking ….
Marjan picked a few roses from the old rose bush. The rose bush is inherited from her mother and has been in our garden for decades. She takes them to Hans. Hans is cremated today.
I regret I could not make a better picture of him. “Memories may be beautiful and yet what’s too painful to remember we simply choose to forget. So it’s the laughter we’ll remember when we remember the way we were.” Farewell Hans !
And a hundred years later you can still see that the photographer did not work neatly in developing and printing this photo. The picture was taken at Zwolle train station, according to the letters ZL on the board. When I see this, I tend to print photos in my dark room in the old-fashionedContinue reading “some 100 years ago”
My mother died of liver cancer. When she had been bedridden in the last few months, she wanted this picture of my father next to her bed. This photo was made in the time they fell in love. My father then wore two rings. The second ring was from his deceased first wife. Half aContinue reading “two rings”