Monologue

Quick vibe check: how many of the goals I've set for this year have I accomplished? Let's bring up the list and results: Goal 1: Mailing list 500 subscribers Accomplished?: Not even close. I'm a little over 20 subscribers right now. Goal 2: Print on Demand sales 1000 euros per month. Accomplished?: No. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that. I guess I was trying to set some sort of horizon goal to aim for without the actual intention of reaching it. I've made a total of 70 euros

I don't have the time nor energy to do it today but I plan to look at my goals of 2021 tomorrow and see how much of it has come true. My expectation is, not much but there will be stuff to ponder about because of it. Should be interesting.

I saw a photo of a very peculiar looking man today, which caught my eye immediately. The photo is taken by Valentina Vos. Then I noticed the photo belonged to an article in the paper. The first paragraph of the article was included and somehow I started reading it. That interested me so much that I googled for the article to see if I could find it online so I could continue reading it. I found it rather quickly. At the end of the article, I learned that this interview, because that is what it w

I’m not sure if I’m too tired to care or too busy doing other stuff to pretend I do. This project is coming to an end soon and I’m already working on aggregating all my daily entries and restructuring them properly. This whole thing got a little messy during the past year and I think it deserves to be archived in an organized fashion. I’m not sure if I will keep all the entries from past year as separate blog posts on my website. Maybe I should, for posterity, but perhaps most entries only make

Am I not, a god on the camera? I seriously thought about leaving at that for today's entry but here I am typing this second sentence so anyway, let's continue. Just to be clear, I don't have any specific thoughts about the statement above. I just like the idea that it can be either a statement or a question, depending on how you choose to read it. Some people will take offense saying 'how can you claim something like that? Who do you think you are?'. Others will see it as a sign of doubt, weakn

Reorganized my home office, again. This time though, I sort of got it to a point where I can also do some work while standing up. Admittely, it does involve placing my keyboard on a little stand that makes the whole thing kind of awkward but you will hear no complains from me. At least I have the option now. Using the mouse requires me to bend over, not very ergonomic, but we'll find out soon how well I know my keyboard shortcuts. I also should not look behind me. Some stuff could not find a pl

You can not go on a protest to call for unity. Your protest is inherently pushing for the opposite. But what do I know? We are in the early stages of The Great Divide and there's not much we can do about it. We all like to engage in futile battles to extract some identity from. Just so we can have a sense of belonging and purpose. I rather just stick to my long walks and shooting my photos. If nobody cares to stop and smell the flowers anymore, then I will do nothing but exactly that.

December 4th. Jay-Z's birthday. I don't know why I know that but I just do. For some reason I think about it every years since gaining that knowledge. I do the same with other random birthdays as well. For example, there's this guy that I went to high school with that I got along with pretty well. We no longer speak since leaving high school, though we're still friendly when we run into each other somewhere. I still know his birthday is January 16th. I don't need to remember that, it's not like

The wind was blowing so hard, drops from the water reached all the way up to the few uncovered parts of my face. Though it might’ve been a light rain as well. It’s December in the Netherlands alright and I cursed myself for not wearing any gloves. Instead, my hands were firmly tucked away in the deep pockets of my puffer jacket. My camera slung across my body, hiding in the safe space between my right arm and my torso. You can call me many things but at least one of them has to be a promise-kee

Finishing the image licensing page. For now. Looking at the changing colours in the sky. Further tagging and categorising the photos in my online archive. Staring in the distance and thinking about nothing. Feeling the need to pee but ignoring it for just a little longer. Drafting up some cover ideas for the Monologue book. Looking at potential costs and possible dimensions for the book on the Blurb website. Realising this is going to be a hella expensive book. Still worth it though. That's a ye

I’ve been planning to setup a proper structure to license my images to companies, brands and anybody else who cares. Today I came up with a first version of the information page, while also enhancing the navigation of my archive website. I thought it’d be fun to share the text of the info page here as well for future reference. I assume things will change (hopefully for the better) a lot and it’s always good to look back and see where you came from. So here it goes: Need images for your websit

Rainy day. Sad, rainy day. One of those days that serve as a reminder you are living on the top half of the globe, where daylight sometimes has no power. A day on which, despite my best efforts, not even I was crazy enough to go our for a walk. No outdoor activities for me today. Instead, it's way easier and more comfortable to lose yourself in all the different media and technologies we have. Though be careful not to look too long at any of the news platforms. It seems like there is no positiv

Mondays are for working. Office working. Not the most inspirational of tasks, but definitely a necessary one. Also not one I dislike. Not at all. But definitely one that makes me tired. So Mondays also the days where I feel mentally drained and motivated to work at the same time. Anxiously trying to get something done for myself is usually done in vain. It's better to simply sit back, unwind and get back at it again tomorrow. Which is exactly my plan for the next few hours until it's bed time.

The effects of yesterday’s walk are strongly present in my legs. Therefore it won’t come as a surprise that I haven’t walked much today. There are only so many steps you can take indoors anyway. Totally fine, because now I’m sure there will be many more days of walking to come.

I admit, I felt like a mad man when I looked out the window this morning. At the same time, I haven't let that stop me before — why would today be the first time? Sure, there was water pouring out of the sky, perhaps intermingled with the tiniest hints of snow (and I'm not exaggerating to prove a point). Despite that, I still went out. Of course I went out! All the way up north to a place they call Bunschoten-Spakenburg. Situated on the water's edge of het Nijkerkernauw, Bunschoten-Spakenburg i

Presenting facts to a fool will not change a fool’s mind because a fool is not interested in the truth, a fool is only interested in finding something, anything, to believe in.

It’s 3 am and I keep tossing and turning. Can’t seem to fall into a deep sleep. Vivid dreams flashing through my head. Shards of experiences I have had through the day on repeat. I can’t figure out why. And then it hits me. I forgot to hit send on my Monologue yesterday. Well, I guess this still counts as I will now try to continue my dreams. It might be past midnight but only now is my day fully completed. Hopefully my dreams will calm down now that I’ve completed my tasks.

It is very necessary. Especially after the way I have been pumping myself up all morning. Will I take a bus all the way up to Spakenburg and then walk back home — essentially completing the northern half of the Grebbeline? Nah, that's an almost 25km walk. Too much for a quick afternoon stroll so I should save that for when I have a full day. Perhaps I then take a bus down to Scherpenzeel and walk another section of the southern half of the Grebbeline. Though that would require me to be at the