frzw: today I was chasing myself
frzw: regaining a certain consciousness
frzw: they are playing with tiny, mysterious cards
frzw: a pinhole vision
frzw: pinhole pier
frzw: a session of some face painting, just with some salty air and that ever repeating storyline
frzw: cadzand
frzw: late afternoon
frzw: the dutch mountains
frzw: revetment
frzw: ver
frzw: sempiternal
frzw: golden and blue
frzw: somewhere in Victoria
frzw: I stayed somehow in the bush, wandering
frzw: the other side
frzw: and beyond
frzw: just passing by some trees
frzw: defense
frzw: noon in Ghent, young man sitting by the river
frzw: I heard a blackbird sing
frzw: some rivers like to play hide and seek
frzw: a path to the new city
frzw: shadows at the bottom of the river
frzw: a city of dreams
frzw: at the gates of the palace
frzw: last light of day
frzw: maybe it was Valdrada I saw today
frzw: playground