and then suddenly there is snow in the polder. white, white and more white with only vague views. on the meadow in 't woud near the brabant town of schijndel the sheep are clumping together. their fleeces covered in snow. little colour, except for the red that a ram has left behind.
i once was a journalist working for dutch regional newspapers. the writing kind, not a photographer then. in the last years of my carreer in newspaperland i ended up as a freelance photojournalist en photographer, combining photography and writing. and now i am retired and my profession has.. Read more…