The Hague

A weekend ago I went out with the photo club for a shoot in The Hague. The objective was: practicing street photography. Now is that not really my cup of tea, but as you never know on beforehand what you get in front of your lens (besides the unavoidable St. Nicolas), and because it’s always fun going out with the club, I gladly joined.

And indeed, we did come across St. Nicolas, and indeed, street photography was not a particular success for me. Whether it’s my lack of fascination for scenery in the street or my diffidence to get closer is difficult to say – and probably it’s both.

Nevertheless, it was a perfect day. On one hand because it was indeed again utmost sociable and enjoyable together, but also because we discovered on our route a nice gallery where I discovered paintings of Esther Nienhuis being prepared for the opening next day, paintings made after photographs taken from behind wet windscreens – coincidentally a project I am working on too. Very coincidental, and inspiring too.

But besides that: after this photo (which you should actually see printed on baryta paper), taken in the first minutes after we left the parking upon arrival that morning, I knew this would be a great day.

Above a splendid patch of fog around the top of the futuristic ‘Hoftower’, dispersing the light of the rising sun. And below serene tranquillity, with a light that remembers of old pictures of Kertész.