Every day we were longing and we didn't know what for. And it was monotonous. Monotonous became the rising and setting sun and the sun shining in the water and the white clouds that slid by. And the dark skies also became monotonous, and the leaves turning brown and yellow and the leafless tree-tops and the poor, soggy meadows in the winter, all those things I have seen so much and thought of so much in my absence and that I would see so much, if I wouldn't die. Who can spend his life watching all these things, that repeat themselves, who can keep on longing for nothing. Hoping for a God that isn't there?

A pretty lame translation of some Little Titans by Nescio, the poet after whom this bridge was named. Feel free to do it better. Nescio should be known as world literature. Its the best we've got.

Amsterdam sleeping

The world looks daft at sunset. Rather sleepy. This picture shows how Amsterdam tucks itself in tight at night at a surprisingly hot day near the end of April. It is shot near the Kriterion/Shell at the IJburgerlaan.

Zlata Stezka

This is the Zlata Stezka (golden route) just outside the centre of Vimperk and the wall that surrounds the centre of the Sumavy town. On both sides there are some chaty.

In real, its not so quiet, as it lies close to a rail track. Czech trains still make an old communist style noise that keep everyone awake.

Indy Quarter in the morning

Sleepy scenery is not just at sunset and not only in the vicinity of spots of nature. When I accidentally awoke at 5 AM I found that its in my sloppy semi-ghetto at the Indy-Quarter ... It'll cost some time to recover the AH-cd from here so appreciation is in order.Untill I manage to recover it, I'll post the remainders of the picture that I posted on the hyves network some time ago.

Trees

I was particularly moved by the view of these woods. My teacher in geography taught us that these small strokes of wood as demarcation for fields and meadows, is called brocage. I'm not sure of the Dutch spelling, let alone the English. And I can't find the French version of the word (where its origin probably lies) and even google doesn't help much.
Although I found a picture here,
some sotheby-ish auction site
which description says that it shows cows near brocage. And given that 18th century painters liked these types of landscape as well as I do, it further establishes my suspicion concerning this meaning.
I sure like to be the first and only google image hit for brocage... :)

Same stroll different photo

This is the photo belonging to that same stroll. It shows the church of Zes-
gehuchten, as seen from the other side of the parth of the previous photo.

This purplish sky was the main reason to leave for a short stroll in the first place.

At the site underneath is explained why the sky becomes red or purple. I used to blame industries for this. But it is actually caused by the sun. Nice awakening from another rude dream.
causes of colour

I just learned that the green at the bottom of the photo is not just grass, it is carex, zegge in Dutch.

Stroll

Had a short stroll with my sister the other day. We went to the woods, the fields and the hay of Stratum... So what the hay, I publish them photo's here...

On the right there is the extension of the bicycle path home, that ends at the Riel on the other side. The housish shadows are from the villas near the forrest.