
While I walk in Holland, sometimes I have a look inside its buildings, through the large windows, kind to the precious and rare northern light. Normally it is just a quick glance, but I do not know for how long I stared into this room. Perhaps not more than usual, but I am not sure of that.
The workshop, or study, did not seem untended, I could not see the signs of the time, such as dust or some spiderwebs, even though a nylon bag protected something. In the beginning it was not difficult to imagine the room full of people, maybe students. Still, watching this picture again and again, I have the strong feeling that nothing must have hapenned before the instant in which I took the picture, as nothing would happen anymore.
It is an image that I like not for the decisive moment, but for the infinite immobility.

I was in Zandvoort last weekend. It was cold, but the weather was nice (in the Netherlands that simply means it did not rain) and the beach not busy at all, especially on Saturday. I had long walks for hours and, without the sea on my side, I could have thought being in a flat desert.
Anyhow I had some interesting and funny encounters.
Unpredictability to a not skilled eye and a stage strictly unset by the photographer are the two necessary features that make street photography remarkable.
Surreally is a collection of color photographs that explore the magic and the absurd of reality.