Playmobil Project 2014- Behind the scenes:)

Behind the Scenes

Just another day in our Playmobil project

They travelled with us to far away cities, went on long walks, posed in shops, in libraries, on trains, worked in the garden & helped in the kitchen. They spend windy days on the beach, muddy days in the forest & sunny days in the snow.

For 365 days,  they have been close at hand, patiently waiting on the windowsill, until we would take them out into the big, wide world. We’ve spend countless moments laying on the floor, kneeling down on the cold ground; repositioning, reorganizing & recreating our day to day life. Now 2014 is behind us & our colourful Playmobil project has come to an end, leaving us with nothing but all the lovely pictures we took & the memories we made.

At the beginning of this month, my sister & I promised you some exclusive ‘Behind the Scenes’ footage……and here it is at last! Unfortunately, there haven’t been many opportunities to take photos of us taking the actual photos, since we only have one camera & my phone is of the old fashioned kind, which means it only knows how to make a phone call…..:)                        But nevertheless, we’ve been able to gather some great images & even found a couple of pictures, which never made it into our weekly update, but which you can see here today!

Hope you enjoy this very last Playmobil update & feel free to follow my new 2015 photo project ‘A photo a day’, which I started at the beginning of this month. And in case you’re new to this blog, please take a moment to have a look at last year’s project. I promise you; it will be worth it…

A photo a day – week 4

22) light

22) light

This world

 Making my way through this darkened city where everyone seems either asleep or merely on the brink of waking up, there is an elusive peacefulness surrounding me. There is the smell of water, the sound of silence & the promise of nothing but promise. How easy it is be to forget that this quiet world, with its illusive sense of safety, is the same world where there was a first war, a second war and then so many wars that we simply lost count. A world where camps were build, trains were filled & people were taken away, never to be seen again. The same world where men, women and child are still being executed, forsaken & forgotten. Where people go out onto our streets & kill in the name of their beliefs; safety wearing thin, as terror hits closer to home & heart time and time again. Yes, this same, old world where history teaches us so much, but where we seem to learn so little.

But this is also the world in which we can chose where we stand, what we stand for & whether we want to stand side by side or all alone. The world in which we chose to believe in the good of others & the strengths of many. A world where we cling to the delicate hope that history has taught us enough to carry us through to a better tomorrow. And a world so beautifully quiet on a cold January morning, somewhere in a far corner of nowhere in particular, that I cannot help but feel fully alive, filled with careful faith & a healthy sense of gratitude for my good fortune.


A photo a day – week 3

15) mug

15) mug

Just another morning

Darkened windows. Curtains drawn. Arms stretched above sleepy heads.
Feet descending stairs. Water running from taps, splashing hands & faces.
Toothbrushes landing in cups. Hairs brushed. A quick glance.
Some shade here. A line there. A smile. A frown.
Children rushed from their beds. Getting dressed.
Sweaters pulled over weary minds; darkness and then light again.
Legs sliding into trousers. Cold feet begging for socks.
Coffee steaming in cups. Cereals tumbling into bowls.
Milk streaming from cartons. Bread buttered.
Cheese sliced. Lunchboxes packed.
Hopping onto bicycles. Running for the bus.
Jumping into cars. Heating & radio turned on, chasing dreams & the chill away.
News report falling into silent space, with minds floating sometimes here & sometimes there.
And sometimes not anywhere…



I’m not incredibly good at translating my own poems, but I’ve attempted to capture the Dutch words into the poem you find below:

This wounded city
lays waiting
for deep silence
and less madness

Love seeps away
not a soul seems to care
Gutters and eyes
cluttered with mourning


A photo a day – week 1

1) waking up

1) waking up

This year’s 365 day project starts the way all my projects tend to start; with a delay. And I can’t really claim I didn’t see 2015 coming, because Christmas came and went & that’s usually when the New Year isn’t that far anymore. It got announced loud & clear; fireworks exploded, showering colour & light everywhere. Wishing balloons, filled with promise, sailing through the starry sky. I stood at the window, witnessed it all & felt a mix of emotions. Gratitude, relieve, happiness & the moderate dose of anxiety I always seem to feel whenever one year slides into another. A year gone by & we’re all still here; healthy, hopeful & happy most of the time. And already a year stretching out in front of me; twelve months of unknown moments to live. It’s such a glorious, yet intimidating gift….

My sister & I said our bittersweet farewells to our Playmobil friends, rewarding them with front row seats on our windowsill, where they will continue to remind us of all the fun we had together. And now my sister ventures into a challenge of her own, one that includes crocheting (something my fingers & brain don’t seem too keen to learn ). She intends to crochet about 10 primula-flowers a week, merely using yarn that’s been laying around the house for as long as we can remember. This way she’ll make sure none of it will go to waste. The idea is to end up with enough flowers to make a colourful, cosy plaid at the end of the year.

And what about me? Well, I decided to stick to photography, because I can’t seem to part with that lovely camera of ours yet. One photo a day. Prompted by one subject a day. Should be doable. In fact it sounds so straightforward to me, that I started to wonder whether I should add something to this project to make it feel a little more challenging or personal. I don’t really like many of the subject-lists out there, somehow they don’t seem to inspire me. Then, when I found myself kind of unprepared on the 1st of January & I randomly shot some photos, I noticed that I came up with a theme myself. I ended up making a bunch of pictures early in the morning, when the light is golden & the air is fresh. Everything looks so promising & so full of anticipation. I just needed to capture that. And so this month’s theme was born; ‘mornings’ 

The idea is to come up with a list of themes for the months to come & then to make a list of prompt-words for those months. If you have any great idea’s for any of the coming months, don’t hesitate to let me know:)

As you might have noticed, January already started & my project hasn’t. So, to make things a little easier, I’ve decided to upload my 7 pictures & the words to go with them at the end of each week. That gives you something to look forward to every Wednesday…..

I hope I’ll be able to make a beautiful project out of this for all of you to enjoy…