Passion and Love
Passion.. Love.. You can find it in all the right, and all the wrong places. I’ve looked for it. And it found me. Or I found it. Loads of times. We’ve lost each other again, too. I’ve had my heart broken, and I’ve broken hearts. It is the way of the world nowadays. We keep on breathing, we keep on doing our thing. Still. Some of them stick to you like a piece of chewing gum to the sole of your shoe.
The day I gave up making music, for instance… I think back of that day quite often. I think of all the good times. And there were many. It was me who decided to end it. It just didn’t feel right at the time. Even though I ended it, I’m not over it completely. It sometimes itches, hurts even, when I hear a cool tune. It can immediately make me want to grab a bass guitar, look for some people and start a band again. Quite often, I long back for those days on stage, those days rehearsing, writing songs and touring. Still, I know it’s better to keep it in the past. We didn’t always have the best relationship. There was anger, there was disappointment. Good times, too. That’s why I keep it in my heart. Not in my life.
You can keep what you love in your heart, but that doesn’t mean it has to be in your life
My latest passion, my latest love, still very new. It came and went. Gone before I could grasp it. It’s the way life turns out. For me, it has anyway. On many occasions. I’ve gotten better at dealing with these situations. As I said before, we keep on breathing, we keep on doing our thing.
It’s a good thing that there’s also stuff that doesn’t die out. That remains a constant factor in your life. In mine at least. That’s true for two of my oldest passions.
I’ll travel. Of course with my good friend Sven Fennema, as we do every year. My new travel companion, “Fran the Van” is almost ready. Who knows where Fran and me will go. First trips are already planned. Some small stuff still has to be taken care of, but we´re getting there. When I look outside at the weather today, I’m looking forward to this spring, this summer, out there on the road. Hello, sea. Hello, mountains. Hello, freedom.
I’ll take photographs. Of whatever I see during my travels. On the streets of big cities, in the bowels of long-forgotten industries and other lost places. On beaches, by lakes, in forests. Whenever, wherever I feel like it. It will be a practice of letting go. Letting go of the notion that I want to be a photographer. I wanted to be one all my life. And of course, I can handle a camera. But that doesn’t make me a photographer. It makes me a guy with a passion, that’s true. And that passion shouldn’t be limited by photography genres. I love taking photos of people, I love taking photos in the streets. I still love the smell of decay in the morning. Does that make me a people, street or urbex photographer? No. There’s more than that. And I’m willing to go there. I’m willing to take that leap. Who knows what I’ll find out.
And I’ll write. On occasion. About my travels, accompanied by my photos. Whenever I feel like it. But at least once a month. Pictures say more than words, but words can accompany photos in a good way. I’m not a skilled writer, but if I don’t practice it, I won’t improve. Should it hold me back? No. Not anymore. I’ve held myself back way too long.
I’ve loved travel and photography since childhood. They stuck by me. I stuck by them. They’ll get my undivided attention.