Evanescant: Between the Lines

This weekly theme is ‘evanescant’.

 

Belgium, Antwerp – May 2017

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H2O: Morning Fog

This weekly theme is H2O.

Belgium, Gent – September 2016

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Nostalgia: ‘Mijn Vlakke Land’

This weekly theme is nostalgia.

Travelling through the West of Belgium always brings back memories of Jacques Brel, one of Belgium’s most famous citizens. He had a love hate relationship with his country of birth, and particularly did not like Dutch as a language. Most of his songs are in French. One of them is about Belgium, Le Plat Pays translated in Dutch as Mijn vlakke land.

Belgium, Oostende – September 2016

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Jubilant (Bruges)

This week theme is ‘jubilant’.

Bruges a scene somewhere in town around 1985. There are different moods among the people in this photo. One boy meets his little brother jubilantly to scare him playing peek a boo. Apparently my focus was with the people in the background.

The B4 retouch series
I browsed my archive for pictures to publish in – an originally – small series. That series caught on a bit more than I thought. All of them are not retouched yet. Scratches, dust and stains are not removed.

 

Belgium, Bruges – May 1983

The  picture was originally shot with Pentax K1000 on Kodak Plusx, scanned from negative
and tweaked using Snapseed and Marksta.  Click the picture for a larger version.

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The Eye in the Sky Belgium

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Belgium, Oostende – December 2014

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From the Road: Farm

Near the coast near Oostende in West Belgium.

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Belgium, near Oostende – December 2014

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Road at Night

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Adventure (Balloons)

This weekly photo challenge is about ‘adventure’. Being on the road can be an adventure but seeing balloons take off, going where the wind will take them is quite exciting to see. And being inside one of them is adventurous. This is near Antwerpen on the evening of September 6th, passing by towards home.

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Belgium, near Antwerpen – September2014

 

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West Flanders

West Flanders behind the dunes near Gistel.

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Belgium, Brugge – June 2014

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Jacques Brel: Le Plat Pays/Mijn vlakke land (My Flat Land)

One of Belgium’s most famous citizens is Jacques Brel.
Most of his songs are in French.
One of them is about Belgium, Le Plat Pays translated in Dutch as Mijn vlakke land.
It tells about West Flanders where his family originated from.
Brel originally recorded the French version but later recorded the translated Dutch lyrics by Ernst van Altena as well.

These pictures are taken there, between Brugge and Oostende.
As always from the road and from behind the line that marks the edge of it.
Looking at Brel, behind the lines.

Below the photographs the  lyrics of his chanson in French, English and Dutch.

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Jacques Brel – Le Plat Pays

Avec la mer du Nord pour dernier terrain vague
Et les vagues de dunes pour arrêter les vagues
Et de vagues rochers que les marées dépassent
Et qui ont à jamais le cœur à marée basse
Avec infiniment de brumes à venir
Avec le vent de l’est écoutez le tenir
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec des cathédrales pour uniques montagnes
Et de noirs clochers comme mâts de cocagne
Où des diables en pierre décochent les nuages
Avec le fil des jours pour unique voyage
Et des chemins de pluie pour unique bonsoir
Avec le vent d’ouest écoutez le vouloir
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec un ciel si bas qu’un canal s’est perdu
Avec un ciel si bas qu’il fait l’humilité
Avec un ciel si gris qu’un canal s’est pendu
Avec un ciel si gris qu’il faut lui pardonner
Avec le vent du nord qui vient s’écarteler
Avec le vent du nord écoutez le craquer
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec de l’Italie qui descendrait l’Escaut
Avec Frida la blonde quand elle devient Margot
Quand les fils de Novembre nous reviennent en Mai
Quand la plaine est fumante et tremble sous Juillet
Quand le vent est au rire, quand le vent est au blé
Quand le vent est au sud, écoutez le chanter
Le plat pays qui est le mien

The flat land -> from a lyric translation site (to give you an impression)

With the north sea as a final wasteland
And waves of dunes to hold back the waves
And formless rocks covered by the tides
Whose hearts remain forever at low tide
With the endless mists that are to come
With the wind in the east, listen to it hold fast.
This flat land that is mine

With cathedrals as the only mountains
And black bell towers like pathways to heaven
Where stone devils pull down the clouds
With the passage of time as the only journey
And the wet roads as the only good night
With the wind in the west, listen to it yearn.
This flat land that is mine.

With a sky so low that a canal becomes lost
With a sky so low that it brings humility
With a sky so grey that a canal hangs itself
With a sky so grey that it must be forgiven
With the wind in the north that rips it apart
With the wind in the north, listen to it cracking
This flat land that is mine

With Italy that would descend the Scheldt
With blonde Frida when she becomes Margot
When November sons return to us in May
When the plain is smouldering and trembles in July
When the wind is laughing, when the wind is in the corn
When the wind is in the south, listen to it sing
This flat land that is mine.

Jacques Brel – Mijn Vlakke Land (Ernst van Altena)

Wanneer de Noordzee koppig breekt aan hoge duinen
En witte vlokken schuim uiteenslaan op de kruinen
Wanneer de norse vloed beukt aan het zwart basalt
En over dijk en duin de grijze nevel valt
Wanneer bij eb het strand woest is als een woestijn
En natte westenwinden gieren van venijn
Dan vecht mijn land, mijn vlakke land

Wanneer de regen daalt op straten, pleinen, perken
Op dak en torenspits van hemelhoge kerken
Die in dit vlakke land de enige bergen zijn
Wanneer onder de wolken mensen dwergen zijn
Wanneer de dagen gaan in domme regelmaat
En bolle oostenwind het land nog vlakker slaat
Dan wacht mijn land, mijn vlakke land

Wanneer de lage lucht vlak over ‘t water scheert
Wanneer de lage lucht ons nederigheid leert
Wanneer de lage lucht er grijs als leisteen is
Wanneer de lage lucht er vaal als keileem is
Wanneer de noordenwind de vlakte vierendeelt
Wanneer de noordenwind er onze adem steelt
Dan kraakt mijn land, mijn vlakke land

Wanneer de Schelde blinkt in zuidelijke zon
En elke Vlaamse vrouw flaneert in zon-japon
Wanneer de eerste spin zijn lentewebben weeft
Of dampende het veld in juli-zonlicht beeft
Wanneer de zuidenwind er schatert door het graan
Wanneer de zuidenwind er jubelt langs de baan
Dan juicht mijn land, mijn vlakke land