Life in Mons, la vie en Mons (Belgium)
Bright light. L'éclat du soleil.
After half an hour it looks like summer. But in the shadow everything is still covered with ice. The fog disappears. Le brouillard disparaît.
It's a special experience to see how the light is changing.
C'est une expérience spéciale de voir comment la lumière change.
Fog and sun. Brouillard et soleil.
For a long time the sun could not penetrate the fog. Everything was dark-white and was covered with ripe.Hello, who are you? Bonjour, qui es-tu?
I saw this little animal looking from behind the stam. I didn't know what it was but made right away a picture of it. It could have walked out of a dutch book about an insects fairy-tale. From this day on I walked around in my garden looking for other insects. Do you know what it is when you see only this little bit of it?Great-grandmother is coming to visit. Arrière-grandmère vient visiter;
She is still interested in everybody, although the difference with "how it was" is getting bigger. Tulip after the rain. La tulipe après la pluie.
Too bad that tulips don't multiply like daffodils.
Dommage que les tulipes ne se multiplient pas comme les narcisses.
"Kiss" - "Le bisou"
To play with bubbles is a creative activity.Church in Ittre. l'Eglise en Ittre.
Because of the trafic jam I left the high way and took the secondary roads: friday-afternoon, the sun and the beginning of the weekend.Little park in Veenendaal. Un petit parc en Veenendaal.
And there it is, just while you are passing the trainstation. A quick stop and take a picture.Little fluff, Une petite plume.
Beauty from flowerbulbs. La beauté des bulbes .
Daffodil-dance. La danse de Narcisse.
Like ballerinas on the stage. Comme des ballerinas sur le podium. Beside the kitchendoor. A coté de la porte de cuisine.
Looking at the wall this is a house with history. Wig-trees. Les arbres avec des perruques.
These pruned trees are growing at the side of the little churchlane of Havré. Each spring I look if their "heads" are still the same. Their wigs are just cut off completely. Bald outlook!Little church in Havré. Petite eglise en Havré.
It is small but on the inside it is beautiful.Evening-miracle. Miracle du soir.
The sky is every time new, never the same. Picture is modified a little bit.At the neighour's place the grass is greener. L'herbe chez les voisins est plus verte.
Every day she passed by in the afternoon and stood there, watching over the fence.Visit of our grandson. La visite de notre petit-fils.
Our grandson of five is able to use the computer, look up the games and change game and level. I feel myself as a grandma a neanderthaler. But tying his shoes is for him quite difficult and asks his granddad to do that for him. Lately he has grown that much that he is able to look down on the shiny skin of his head. He touches his head with one finger and says "Hé, granddad, I see your cranium!".Talking about trees. Parlons des arbres.
In Holland trees have a lot of value. You need permission to cut down one. Here in Wallonië they don't see it that way. We saw the horses eat all the bast of the trees. This picture is of last year. Now all the trees are dead.Meeting with a deer. Rendez-vous avec un cerf.
It was the first time that I saw one of the neighour's deer that close. It was already night-time and he was still there when I picked up my camera. I took a picture not knowing if he was on it, because it was very dark.