Amsterdam reflections: with Vincent on my mind

Waiting. No. More.

“- I can't go on like this. 

    - That's what you think.” 

“- What do they say?

  - They talk about their lives.

  -  To have lived is not enough for them. 

  - They have to talk about it.”

“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”

“We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.”

(Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot)

And then I thought: Blue!

Fall. Sunday morning. Sunrise. Walk in Vondelpark

Sunset among the clouds

Psychedelic Amsterdam: fall reflections