Biking the polders last week in Flanders was like visual poetry.
Rain trickling down my neck kept me from taking the photos I really wanted...
and meant I couldn't sketch as planned
but oh what fun anyway!
windmills, canals and dikes...
Sheep grazing along the churchyard
and beef cattle along the canals...
All of it was so splendid.
If I live to a hundred, the stain of beauty I saw that day will remain.
Someone said that the world is like an enormous and ever-rich book
and those who do not travel read only a single chapter.
I am already dreaming of more travel.
Where have you been? What have you seen?