Whilst watching participants climbing their way over the high wire obstacle course of “Klimmen Enzo”, I am struck by the silhouette nature of some of my photographs. Located in de Krim holiday park on the northern end of Texel, it’s certainly a feature of this trip that left a lasting impression on Little Mr and Kiwi Daughter. Both were proud of themselves: that they dared to do it in the first place, that they overcame sections of the course that they hadn’t thought at first possible, and in Kiwi Daughter’s case that she got up to the top level and completed even the highest and toughest parts of the course. These photographs are more “arty” in style… in this case art being found in the strangest of places.
March 24, 2017
March 21, 2017
Regular readers of this blog know that I love to observe the most ordinary of things.
I also have what may be called an “odd” sense of humour, which my family do not always fully appreciate.
Last Easter whilst staying at the De Krim holiday park on the Dutch island of Texel , one such event took place.
Himself needed to check something out at Reception, and not wanting to walk, I waited behind in the car.
All of a sudden I saw a couple of ducks taking a leisurely stroll through the car park.
The car door was already open because the car has been stuffy and I need fresh air in order to ward off feelings of car sickness, so I picked up my camera and started taking photographs.
Every now and again one of the ducks would make a noise, but they continued to walk very purposefully together. My sense of humour immediately imagined that these ducks were an elderly couple, out together for their daily stroll, chatting about one thing or another. I was smitten by the fact that these two seemed to know exactly where they wanted to go, and the feeling that this probably wasn’t the first time they had done this. Who knows, maybe they were a feathered couple, maybe they do do this every day, and maybe they were having a chat… I have no way of knowing any different. Just look at how they walk and tell me that I’m wrong… surely not! Maybe too I’m just hopeless romantic who reads too much into everything, or an overly sentimental being who sees sentiment in all. After all… I could just be quackers.
March 15, 2017
We might have thought that Texel’s houses were a strange shape: almost all roof and not much of the ground floor showing. They however are tame stuff, when it comes to seriously strange architecture on this island, it’s Texel’s barns who are at the top of the heap to gain the first prize. Some of these barns stand next to their all-roof houses, so logic has it that maybe the two were joined some time in the distant past. Others just had us stratching our heads: they look like some one has chopped them in two and made off with the other half!
March 9, 2017
In my yesterday’s post I talked about loving quirky things.
The seats modeled with legs in the shapes of lighthouses caught not just our attention, but that of many other too, if the sight of cameras and phones coming out to capture images was anything to go by.
That though, was nothing to prepare us for the next quirky sight I saw.
The kids were in the back, busy with their phones, Himself and our other friends had gone over to the second vehicle to discuss where we wanted to eat together, and what we wanted to do next.
Not surprisingly my sudden exclamation of: ” Quick , Look… I have just seen the Easter Bunny!!!”. Heads jerked up with a sort of eye rolling” yeah mam, that’s a lame joke… get a life” look , but both heads turned when they realised that I was pointing to something.
What I had seen was a group of men coming out of the nearby beach restaurant wearing white bunny rabbit onesies and getting into their cars.
Annoyingly I was slow in spotting them so was still pointing them out to the kids with one hand and retrieving the camera with the other when the first cars drove off, Luckily a few had parked further away so I got a few photographs of them battling the wind as they walked past.The kids in the back were now squeezing themselves against the part of the car that offered a better view, laughing and muttering, “what in the world…?” as they tried to tally up how many men were taking part in this festive gig.
Numbers ranged between six and twelve, and a small difference of opinion ensued about double counting and missed sightings so we settled on eight as a tentative end number that pleased everyone. We have no clue as to the occasion for this attire: a birthday? anniversary? retirement?something related to Easter? …I thought maybe a pre-wedding Stag do, since it seemed to be only the men dressed in costume. The ladies accompanying them had hair bands with white rabbit ears on them, it wasn’t clear if they were carrying them as accessories to the men’s costumes or if they were their own.(Of course we never found out, but it’s excellent to see that these Gents dared to get dressed up for their special event, and they bought huge grin to our faces as they did so.