04.17
verloren in het land lost in the land
There isn’t a day without wind in the hinterland.
As a child, I was always facing headwinds, no matter what direction I went.
I cycled for miles and miles, and still it felt like I didn’t get any further.
The lines I saw remained the same. The scenery never changed. It felt surreal.
I felt lost in the land.
Years later, while wandering through the same hinterland, I was overcome by reminiscence.
Recognizable lines, even in places where I haven't been before.
In this series, I try to capture just that.
I do not crop the pictures. The framing is the same as when I took them.
In every picture you can see the embankment.
The dyke that separates the Wadden Sea from the hinterland. There's no escaping it! ;-)
As a child, I was always facing headwinds, no matter what direction I went.
I cycled for miles and miles, and still it felt like I didn’t get any further.
The lines I saw remained the same. The scenery never changed. It felt surreal.
I felt lost in the land.
Years later, while wandering through the same hinterland, I was overcome by reminiscence.
Recognizable lines, even in places where I haven't been before.
In this series, I try to capture just that.
I do not crop the pictures. The framing is the same as when I took them.
In every picture you can see the embankment.
The dyke that separates the Wadden Sea from the hinterland. There's no escaping it! ;-)
