What was a white beach in my youth – 45 years ago – now seems to become an illustration of a walking island.
I once lost one of the first digital watches here—a Trafalgar with red numerals that lit up only when you pressed a button. My father had gotten it from a colleague, who had gotten it as a business gift but thought the thing was too ugly—something like the one below. Very ugly indeed.
Yes, Dirty Harrry, with three r-s: https://www.dirtyharrry.com.
I have my photo-movie, The World Don’t Need No More Images (full of pictures), just about finished. The first episodes are on YouTube. Is it any good? Probably not. Does it raise a ripple? Unlikely. Is it fun to mix images and sound? Absolutely. Besides, it feels like it has to get out. In this form, this had to be tried and done because I have not seen anything similar done before.
And now: bye. Next.
Ready for the expo.
Now modern apartments, only then in its final days.
Unexpected crossing in the fields around Krommenie.
