sundown over the jungle of my youth
a Highland moor
de trein der traagheid
the dark satanic mill, long gone now, where my father used to work...
mist over the Vilvoorde canal
the path gets lost into the dusk
blue beeches
autumn in the Steentjesbos
legends of the fall
spring or fall?
walnut in winter
swaying corn
nightview
light through pines