Featured Work
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Beschuit met muisjes by Yool
This is what you get when you visit a new born baby in The Netherlands. / It is sugarcoated anis seeds that is why they call this little mouse’s (muisjes) / /
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Uncle (Ome) Frans and Aunt (Tante) Annie in The Hague. by MrJoop
My aunt and uncle, who lived in The Hague, to their terrible regret had no children. Just each other. / Once a year, when I was little, my parents went away on a week’s holiday and I was minded by Ome Frans and Tante Annie, who were not set up for children. / They took me for walks. Beside Zuiderpark, where I could admire the Ot and Sien statues, familiar to me, from the books that we read in primary school and the few deer and ducks, I remember walking along sun-drenched, empty, quiet streets and for some reason Kris Kristofferson’s Sunday Morning Coming Down, always reminds me of walking hand in hand with my aunt and uncle. / They had no toys for me to play with. / This was very early fifties. Certainly no t.v., and I cannot remember the radio being on there. / There was one item that they had to entertain me with. It was this gadget, which allowed you to see photos in a three-dimensional way by insering the pieces of cardboard, which had two photos of the same scene, taken from a slightly different angle. / Some of the photos had been bought. Some had been taken by my uncle who was a keen amateur photographer. / One of the scenes on the one piece of cardboard that I have is of the sitting room where I was minded. / A family friend looked after this aunt and uncle in their final years and rescued this for me, as everything else had apparantly been left to the relatives of my uncle and this family friend knew what this aparatus meant to me. / She brought it to Australia, on one of her many trips here. / And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’, / Half as lonesome as the sound, / On the sleepin’ city sidewalks: / Sunday mornin’ comin’ down. In the park I saw a daddy, / With a laughin’ little girl who he was swingin’. / And I stopped beside a Sunday school, / And listened to the song they were singin’. / Then I headed back for home, / And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’. / And it echoed through the canyons, / Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. Kris Kristofferson
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Bloemetjes op tafel by Michello
Zelfde als title
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Field worker by Gili Orr
Shot from Keukenhof, Holland. / Just love these tulip fields…
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1973 by margieacosta
My cousin Andrea from the Netherlands brought letters that my father had sent to his sister over 30 years ago. My father passed 11 years ago and these letters were such a treat to read as I rediscovered what a great man he was, his wisdom, sense of humor and commitment to his family was admirable.
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Why Fingers Are Overrated... by schytsoframe
How Dutch is this?! Other popular shirts by Schytsoframe
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bike + bridge = amsterdam by jo beerens
Have a look at my other photos. For example: / / / / / / / / / / / / / / Or browse through one of my categories flower / poppy / water / leaf / other / reflection / macro / insect / dragonfly
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alien landing by jo beerens
A list of all the other great artists that made it into Gaia is here / / / / Have a look at my other photos. For example: / / / / / / / / / / / / Or browse through one of my categories flower / poppy / water / leaf / other / reflection / macro / insect / dragonfly / damselfly
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Single Zone by Shay Larkin
First of 2 / this shot was taken in Rotterdam close to the Erasmusbrug.- vlak bij het Erasmusbrug ter Rotterdam
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Paradise is very nice by Argeni
I like the original one more than this picture, its blurry :S The concept was in my head for some time, i did the tree and other sketches yesterday. I could not sleep so i woke up today at 6 in the morning and finished the work 12 o´clock. I used some old A4 i found. Pastel colors. Pen en pencil. Serious buyers can BM me.
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I’ve recently been asked by Red Bubble to choose my favourite writing, and so I poured the honey vodka, put on some slide guitar, and spent longer than was good for me floating through the writing and journals here. And I need to ask – where are the languages?! Yes, I know English is the lingua franca of the world and the best way to get your writing noticed. I sympathise with this, I do, but I ache for the beauty of expressing yourself in another tongue. When we force our focus away from our mother tongue, we embrace the world in a whole new manner, and see shades of incandescence and identity that may otherwise be denied us. When I read or write in Dutch, in German, in French, the words don’t come easily and so I strive for them more, turn them over in my head and my heart, and notice their shades and subtleties in ways I simply wouldn’t in English. It’s not easy; I know this. I make mistakes, and hesitate when I write in other tongues in case I trip over verb tenses, mangle my syntax or accidentally call someone a piece of fruit when I intended to be seductive (don’t ask). But it’s just so delicious to read…… Who can read or write in other languages, and if so, do you actively seek these languages out on Red Bubble? For those with other mother tongues, do you put stories up in English out of necessity or desire? Ik wil in het Nederlands lezen…. Je veux lire en français… Ich will auf Deutsch lesen. Or at least try. And after two years of Irish lessons, I would love to read in that amazing language but alas, all I can do is insult someone, and order a whiskey. But at least I haven’t compared my lovers to summer fruit in that language…..or have I?!
Recent Work
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Amsterdam by night by zaturn
just put your camera on a table, and open the lense…......
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Uggly beauty: libelle/dragonfly by zaturn
just this afternoon I saw an ugly beauty: a green dragonfly
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Iguana by Anne-Marie Bokslag
I’m not sure about the name of. The closest I can find is Iguana Iguana. I made this picutre in Ouwehands Zoo in Rhenen, The Netherlands. There is a window between hem and my camera, so there still can be some dirt, though I tried to clean it a bit.
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MarlonBrandon-light-my-fire-looking kinda guy by Glitter
This is the model Bart, with whom I did a shoot on Tuesday (July 22nd, 2008). / He’s a smoker, and although I don’t like sigarettes, I do like this photo a lot. / It was in between shots, when he was relaxing with a sigarette and I asked him to go lie down on the railway tracks (which are abandoned, so no worries about getting run over by a train) and close his eyes… and this photo was the result… Enjoy!
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Gazing through... by Mysticmoon
On gazing through the shattered / windowpane of my reality / The vision at once becomes clear… / I see a world of miracles and beauty. Encaustic Art on Watercolour paper and tissue.
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Not sure if everyone would see this feature as a great honor… hmp… but I do :-) Thank you, hosts of **A.R.S.E. for appreciating my humor, or whatever else you appreciated in my design (my own ass was not a CONSCIOUS model, mind you…).
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Soft as you are.... by Yool
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Beschuit met muisjes by Yool
This is what you get when you visit a new born baby in The Netherlands. / It is sugarcoated anis seeds that is why they call this little mouse’s (muisjes) / /
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Bev Woodman / was kind enough to respond to my previous writing, and alerted me to the poem that she’s written, called: What’s gone before / However, there are some differences, regarding my father’s situation.
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About This Group
Welkom bij the Dutch Connection!
Waarom?
Omdat er op Redbubble nog maar een kleine nederlandstalige gemeenschap is en elkaar vinden best moeilijk is.
Ook al is je engels perfect soms heb je toch nederlands nodig om je echt uit te drukken.
Voor wie?
Iedereen die nederlands begrijpt, schrijft of kan lezen.
Wat kan je posten?
Alles wat je met onze groep wil delen. Werk hoeft dus niet nederlandstalig of uit een nederlandssprekend deel van de wereld komen.
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