The Loneliness of Christmas Trees

They start to show up on the streets in the first days of January, but most of them will be dumped after Epiphany. Some are worn, missing needles and branches, some have emptied candy shells still hanging onto them, some are still gloriously green and apparently unharmed, like this little fellow here. Seeing them always makes me quite sad, a memento of how time passes relentlessly and touches everything.

Drifting Clouds

I've been seeing a lot of Kalvin square lately, partly because it's on my route to work, but especially because   it has the best soup in town. And while you'r queuing for soup like a hipster, with many other hungry hipsters, you need to snap some shots. To my defense, at least I don't instagram.

Where I Go to Drink in the Shadows

From time to time, some great mind of our fair city decides it's not alright to enjoy yourself. It's not alright to be happy in your city, you must not tread the streets at night, alone, thinking, or assembled in groups, plotting to overthrow something, maybe. You should sleep. and most probably, obey. From time to time, some great mind of our fair city forgets that without the ruin bars those streets would simply be ruins.