The wind chased the Vlissingen boulevard with long, heavy gusts, as if storm Benjamin himself was running through the streets. As the waves pounded against the quay and salty foam whipped past my coat, I saw the Oranjemolen (Orange Windmill) emerge into the raging backdrop. The mill stood unyielding, but the air around it seemed to…
Your chosen art on canvas, stretched in an aluminum frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
At the age of 18 I bought my first camera to capture the beautiful images I encountered on my walks. 45 years later I still do this.
I am often outside before dawn and I love to see the sun go down. The colors are great and it fascinates me.
