
November 2011, near Bastogne

November 2011, near Bastogne
June 2009, Gouden-Handrei, Bruges
June 2009, somewhere in a restored Flanders trench
June 2009, Langemark German war cemetery
In Flanders Fields by John Alexander McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
June 2009, De Haan
It’s like my dad taught us – there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes.
June 2009, De Haan
June 2009, Bruges

June 2009, Bruges