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”
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 !
reminds me of the “Kameleon“
a portrait of Schorem Schorem’s bike …
Today I heard that Ecky had a serious accident with his motorcycle and died ……. May he rest in peace. Although I only knew him recently, I loved his humor and good spirit!
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”