A very ordinary Saturday morning that couldn't be more beautiful. Rain was predicted again for the afternoon so I harvested ingredients for tonight's dinner (recipe below) in time and picked fresh flowers. Absolute beauty in the backyard.

Behind the scenes, I'm working updating my photo archive. Collections will be added all the time. So please bear with me, it will all become much more organized soon.

While adult kestrels are majestic hunters, it is equally intriguing to explore the growth and development of young kestrels as they transition from hatchlings to skilled hunters. I was very lucky to be around with my camera when the young kestrels left the nest. I spent an entire afternoon hiding under the goat hutch on legs, enjoying the first independent flights, their languorous gaze upwards in search of the parents, clumsy movements on fence posts and in trees.

When I returned to the Indian city of Varanasi more than a year later, you laughed loudly at the crazy child you now saw in the photo. Free, cheerful, uninhibited. That disappeared six years later. You were willing to pose to please me, but were ashamed of your younger self.

If we all start driving electrically, what will we do with the current number of cars? I read the world now has more than 1.4 billion cars. What are we going to do with them? Recycle? And what does that cost in terms of energy and pollution? And do we have any idea how we will deal with that growing number of depreciated solar panels and car batteries we are now deploying en masse around the world?

I've always wanted to write about the gherkin. Is it just a small, early-harvested cucumber? Why the spiky skin? Now that I have so many growing in our greenhouse - I can harvest almost daily - I thought it was time look into it. Why are the ‘cornichons’ I eat in France so much more sour than here at home in the Netherlands? If you've also been walking around with these questions for ages, and I am almost certain you have, read on.

I feel as if I am living and working in a world that’s going in a direction I don't want. The feeling that I want to go backwards instead of forwards. Less instead of more. Rolls of film instead of my supersonic Sony camera (with inbuilt AI as in ‘automatic insect eye recognition’).

Je hoeft de televisie maar aan te zetten of een krant open te slaan en je ziet hoe media doen verslag van de oorlog, de klimaatramp, economische crises en overheidsschandalen. Gebeurtenissen waar we dagelijks en vaak in alle hevigheid mee geconfronteerd worden. We kunnen er niet aan ontsnappen, zo lijkt het vaak

I am Dutch.
So I photograph tulips.