I have more images to add but I've begun work on a photo gallery titled the Yoga Series.
I loved working with these guys. Light conditions varied wildly and the series was created over a couple of months but I'm pleased with the end result. More to follow in the days to come.
He's a rebel. He wants inside ... our Mr Toad.
Now the warmer days have finally arrived, I have the door to the garden open. Well, I want to have the door to the garden open but picking up a toad and repeatedly carrying him back outside just isn't my idea of a good time.
Nope nope nope!
So far, he has jumped all barricades placed in his path. He's an Olympic toad.
His goal is my kitchen.
I don't even want to know why. He hides, he hops, he tries to evade capture. I admire his tenacity but really, I prefer him outside.
I photographed these two the other day. They tolerate me wanting to photograph them ... just.
It's so pretty there ...
I'm making a Miss 8 date for lunch there next week. She will love the cups too.
I love this cafe. Recently discovered here in Antwerp, it's like a small oasis of good food and coffee, friendly people, and excellent music.
There's an interview coming but for now ... today's lunch and a small glimpse inside Escobar.
Go early if you want a table at lunchtime. I went back after the lunch rush for the interior shots, having enjoyed meeting the loveliest New Zealander and her 5-week old son just after midday. It was a most excellent day really ... with sunshine!
I cleared about 10cms of snow and ice from the sidewalk this morning ...
Winter continues but perhaps I am beginning to wake, to shake off this winter lethargy, inspired by the kindness of old friends and new. I've been living a hermit's life lately, curling up in the cave of this Antwerpen winter.
Midday found Diana and I chatting on skype, bringing each other up to speed and talking of winter and workshops. I find her writing inspirational and this blog post helped shine a little light in on the greyness here.
And the other day ... the day after the day of drama and sadness, Miss 8 convinced me about buying the beautiful Nepalese shawl you see pictured below. It's a little like wearing my own private version of the sun.
We discovered Nepal Handicrafts on Hoogstraat which is part of our 'pretty way home'. Miss 8 and I share a passion for finding the most beautiful ways to reach home ... the prettiest way to go anyplace really. The journey is our destination and we must, if possible, enjoy it.
We have an animal spelling game for the days that are bleak and the trams full. She starts with 'elephant', for example, and then I have to find an animal whose name begins with the last letter of her animal. More research is required as we're running out of animals known to us. It helps that we both have Dutch spelling too but the tram journey is oftentimes longer than our memory or knowledge.
I feel more posts are long overdue. Life goes on and the sadness that has filled me simply must go. It's time.
Yesterday became chaotic suddenly.
Off the scale really...
I took a phone call from my daughter. She was collapsing on the side of the road with chest pains but she wasn't sure of the street name. She couldn't even stand up to put the bike away safely. And friendly city that Antwerp is ... no one would help her. Not even with the name of the street.
No one.
I went back there today, to pick up the bike the ambulance people had locked for her, and it's a busy street. This European city breaks my friendly little New Zealand heart sometimes. What made those people so cold and uncaring?
Yesterday I called Gert, not knowing what else to do, and he called her. He managed to recognise her location and called an ambulance. All of this, bouncing between people and phones, with the added stress of knowing Miss 8's after-school centre was closing and I had to find a way across and through the city's rush-hour gridlock.
As the ambulance people were covering her with equipment to monitor her heart, I was making an emergency call to a really kind Belgian I know. Sarah saved the day, as did her mum who was able to jump in the car and pick up Miss 8 just as her teacher was calling me, wondering where on earth we all were.
Quite shaken, I set off on a tram to begin putting my family back together. Jess was in a city hospital, precise location unknown but able to reply to sms's, Miss 8 was safe with good people. I picked Miss 8 up immediately because it was something I could do.
Later that evening and Gert finished his meeting. He arrived at the hospital, after calling the emergency phone number again to find out exactly where she had been taken, just as the hospital were releasing her.
It wasn't her heart, it was a stomach blockage, she was told. I went searching. They're incredibly painful, a collapse on the street is quite understandable as it can feel like your heart. Today I was able to be amused, as I read that coca cola is the 'drug' of choice ... achieving a 91.3 success rate in terms of a cure.
And so today has been an all over the city day. School drop-offs and pick-ups, and a return midday for a school play. The bike rescue, the long icy bike ride home.
I'm sitting here, wrapped in a beautiful Nepalese shawl Miss 8 convinced me I needed - after 4 days of putting it back. And I have a glass of red wine, and some good music playing. I'm exhausted.
Actually, further to the story of the people on that Antwerp street ... someone did come and help Jess eventually. A lovely Morrocan guy. And when I think about who I see giving up their seats on the trams or helping young mums lift pushchairs on and off trams, I'm not surprised.
To the others who passed by that young woman on the footpath in a state of collapse. She only needed a street name, not your blood nor your time. Just a name ...