Jerry Veldhuizen:
Red sycamore
Jerry Veldhuizen:
...and the staccato notes of a pr and cricket orchestra gave a lively rhythm to our steps
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Tunguska II
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Floating soundlessly amid a world swathed in white
Jerry Veldhuizen:
I found another and stepped forward for a better look
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Chasing Valery
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Hansel and Gretel
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Wildfire
Jerry Veldhuizen:
The Bevera river
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Spring rain
Jerry Veldhuizen:
The great fires
Jerry Veldhuizen:
The arrival of our cars foreshadowed a new era
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Mrs. Pilz lives there all alone, Lowe told me
Jerry Veldhuizen:
He had been living in seclusion for a month and seemed glad to see us
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Standing up I balanced carefully to take a picture
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Leaves in Lake Kreelse
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Encounter at Kernhem
Jerry Veldhuizen:
...and when it was morning, the east wind brought the locusts
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Sometimes we just shut our eyes and hope for the best
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Birch forest
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Homestead
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Cabin
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Some strangely bright (impossible to look at) bluish-white heavenly body
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Wet birches
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Apple tree
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Cottage blue woods
Jerry Veldhuizen:
The search party
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Moss
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Fade out
Jerry Veldhuizen:
Spots
