oma, mali, misao and fukumaru

Since Laura brought her cats to the farm, oma has a new best friend. 

Mali is one of Laura's cats who's always at oma's place. Oma feeds her 

milk and meat. They love each other's company.

Every evening, before oma goes to bed, we hear her opening the front 

door to call loudy "poeoeoeoeoesjeeeee, poeoeoeoeoeoesjeeeeeee..."

Oma and the cat always remind me think of a beautiful photo book I saw
in Japan and I was very happy to find the book here in Belgium! 

The pictures below were taken by Misao's granddaughter. Misao is a 

Japanese woman who found a kitten in the shed . She decided to take 

care of it and now they are inseparable.

I can't stop looking at those wonderful pictures. They move me.

More pics here.

a monday in autumn

elio looking at flynn

Flynn only barks when she sees a cat. Elio ensures that he's on
a high spot to watch the dog, nonchalant.

for elise

Three E's for Elise's birthday.

#1 A cart with the letter E that I bought in a beautiful shop "labour and

wait", on my trip in London.

#2 A little pot with letter E, typography by Arne Jacobsen.

#3 A notebook with letter E, brought from Berlin.

Happy birthday E.!!!

stripes and whales

I made the first picture this morning during my walk with Flynn. It 

was raining when we started the walk, but once on our way the sun 

came trough. The afternoon we spent in my workplace. I tried to 

make a nice picture of Flynn and my striped carpet, but she was 

moving all the time.

Yesterday Elise and Reshan have come to visit. They brought me a 

beautiful bottle of wine. I love the label! Thanks E. and R.!

eid mubarak

Today it's busy in our town. Our neighbor is doing roaring business. He's
slauthering his sheep halal. Muslims of the region are buying their sheep
for the Feast of the Sacrifice.
I wish all my muslim friends a happy Eid Mubarak!

caterpillar at schoonselhof

I was at Schoonselhof today. It's a beautiful cemetery near my school. 

I like the place, it's so quiet and peaceful. The caterpillar crossed the 

road. 

Maybe it was his last day as a caterpillar. I hope to see him back in 

the spring. I wonder what kind of butterfly he will be.