Pixie Sunday ...

Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself ... before you can move their tears, your own must flow ... to convince them you must yourself believe ...

Winston Churchill was sure an artist ...

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It was raining like hell last night and I was falling asleep while listening to the raindrops clattering the skylights ... I dreamt a red barn dream where I'm dreaming of listening to the raindrops clattering the panes of my father's father little farm in Flanders ... I was six ... sleeping on the attic where one could see the stars through the cracks in the panes ... where one would wake up in the winter covered with powder snow making it through the roof ... it was cold ...

The red barn was warm and cosy ... I curled up and listened some more ...

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Image of Betcee May from our very first shoot a little over 9 months ago in LA ...

Snow and tears

We got hit on Sunday afternoon by a real snow storm ... at least by Belgian norms ... it didn't snow this early in the year for the last 15 or so. 

The kids had fun, car drivers were tested in their skills to stay afloat in the mess.

4 inches in a matter of an hour.  The image on the left is taken not too far from the house where I grew up between age 12 to 24 ... (yes, I'm still growing up ...)

There's a typical Flanders man made canal for flat boat transport.  It's hardly used anymore but it is a great place for a walk or a bike ride.  The trail goes on for miles, the canal runs between Ghent and Bruges.

After my sisters left with their kids, it was quiet time again for mom and me.  We talked some more about her upcoming challenges and I could clearly sense she was pushing away the pain.

Nevertheless ... she wanted to see my last photography work and she spend the better part of an hour to check out the latest.

Mom says "hi" to all of you ... you know who you are ... 

She woke me up at 4am this morning ... breakfast was ready ... coffee made ... just like in the old days before sending us off to school ...

We cried ... inside and outside ... 

Continued ...