when you have the aim to let it look as medieval as possible :
- You have your standing place or your seat for the duration of the procession,
- you can’t walk around,
- you are surrounded by people,
- your focus is small,
- you have some short intervals that you can put a step forward on the street (if you stand on a place without crush barriers),
- the sun turns !! (and that’s what I forgot ! I checked the sun during an exploring tour, I thought : good, the sun is behind this row of houses, but then you have to wait until the procession comes and the procession itself takes 1 ½ hour and meanwhile the sun does not stand still, of course !!! )
- so, you have the sunlight as it is and you can’t change your position towards it
- even if you search your standing place as good as possible : trees in the background, nice old buildings, a cobble stone street, … : a “zone 30, slow down please” poster or a red mailbox or whatever sneaks into your view, so your picture radius diminishes even more
- the procession proceeds (of course), so not much time to adjust your camera, to focus, …
- and also note that the weather was very changing (the brightest sunshine alternated with shadow bringing clouds)
Let me tell you, it is a real challenge, it is exciting and it is fun !
Let me also tell you that it delivered some images of knights without a head and horses without feet and that this was not due to a joust.
Afternoon of day 5 of the Strawberry feasts (Aardbeifeesten, Melsele) : the Strawberry run, the least noisy of all the strawberry activities.
1750 participants in the procession, 35.000 spectators, 223 photos : it was overwhelming, it exceeded my highest expectations (and I am a person of high expectations) . More later !
P.S. The colors in the pedestrian tunnel were a temporary art project of last year. I dug it up for the photo contest about cities.
Two men in a white working suit in a white house and with a white company car, are taking a break (Steenstraat, Brugge).
Time to “drop” some cows in the nature reserve “Schor Ouden Doel” (intertidal marshes in the brackish area of the river Schelde). A crazy wind was blowing for several days, reed and plants had tough days bending and stretching (and I can’t make sharp pictures, not enough light to raise the shutter speed - no time (because my company is marching further) to try another one with a low shutter speed so that you see the movement itself).
“Where are we, girls ??”
“I don’t know, Bertha. I can’t see a thing.”
“All we can do is eat us a way out !”
“Yes, let’s do that, Martha”
And that’s exactly why nature conservationists put cows in this marsh.
It is like I almost hear them (the statues) talking.
You know the phenomenon : in cities with many statues and historic buildings, some statues actually live, at least when you give them some change. A very successful place is between the stonecutters of the cathedral of
The one of today was actually fun ! When money was thrown in his can, he hammered twice with his chisel and that produced a very clear cheery metal sound. New passengers looked up. By that time he was motionless again and the attention was caught. Which one is the street performer ? Until someone dropped some money and one of the statues smiled, waved or hammered twice. A good act !
And it is the one on top on the right. Did you guess it ?
When, in 2001, I was taking a photo of my eldest daughter walking down the Keyserlei-Meir - with the Boerentoren (tower) in the background, the A of Antwerp on its top - one of my cousins, who I rarely meet, happened to be there too and walked into the picture (man in white and blue on the right). What a coincidence ! (scanned picture, 2001)
While driving through the mountain area in region Malaga-Granada, we stopped along the road by an lemon orchard and were overwhelmed by the humming of bees. Together with the many birds that always seem to sing, this was the orchestra of nature performing : an amazing wonderful experience, very contrasting to the human noise that always surrounds me in
Melsele is a strawberry village : greenhouses and greenhouses full of strawberries, fields of strawberries, strawberry feasts, a strawberry princess, the sacrifice of the first strawberries to the Holy Mary in the Chapel of Gaverland (place of pilgrimage), strawberry stalls along the roads, … and strawberry balloons :-)
... as an announcement of the upcoming opening of the renovated village center of Melsele.
And then back to the seat at home for resting again.
… one should be able to bend backwards as only a kid can do.
I am pasting in pictures in a photo album : it doesn’t ask much energy and at least I have the feeling that I am doing something now that I am sick.
Anyway, I came across this photo of the Easter action in 2001 of the shopkeepers of the Dambrugstraat (Melsele) where I live and there is my youngest niece bending backwards like a stick on the arm of the Easter bunny (scanned photo).
A virus, a thing so small that you can not see it, knocked me down in just half a day’s time. Twelve hours later it costs me half an hour of thinking before I can actually lift up an arm to get my bottle of water to drink, although I am very thirsty. Three days later I am still laying in bed, drifting between fever dreams and wake ups, not knowing very well anymore what’s real and what’s not. Day four I manage to stay up some time, I feel dizzy and all my strength is sucked away, my brain is cloudy but I have one statement to make : “viruses are scandalous, they should be forbidden !”