SS Rotterdam


My parents and grandparents had taught me to value craft. As a child with my mother I combed through countless barns, cellars, attics, storerooms and dilapidated houses, industrial ruins searching for old farm furniture, equipment, and tools. My mother has saved several items for the ensuing ages and carefully restored what would have been lost otherwise.Read More »

Saturday night in the A&E department


Freedom of movement. The smell of the forest. Caress of the wind. The slight tension of the muscles. The exhausting climb of the mountain. I drive through the forest with my mind free and feel very well. It is a liberating, generous feeling of getting lost in time. I am less than 15 minutes away from my home. There is only one downhill route and then I am home. Slightly exhausted and very satisfied.Read More »