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Wednesday, on returning back in Rotterdam from my visit to Amsterdam, i dancewalked home. I had my music on. LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock You Out, Nelly’s Hot In Herre, Conny Froboess’ Zwei Kleine Italianer. Walking in the rhythm, moving my hands. Towards the end i was actually dancing.
Some people laughed. The schoolgirl starting dancing with her friends. The man in a wheelchair smiled at me. The car honked.
Brilliant.





















































































































































































This time, just before the equinox, just after my cold, this time is my rest time. I’m getting my gear together, thinking about what i will do the next few months. Filming, photographing, drawing, watercolouring. Working in the garden.
This is the time to prepare. To get my mind straight. To feel my way forward.
This is the time to feel confident.
Salute!


