“Das Fischergewerbe
Giebt rüstigen Muth!
Wir haben zum Erbe
Die Güter der Fluth.
Wir graben nicht Schätze,
Wir pflügen kein Feld;
Wir erndten im Netze,
Wir angeln uns Geld.”
(J.G. von Salis in Fischerlied)
IJmuiden (NL)
Sitting in meditation
The anatomy of a door
Chains, chains, chains ….
This is where ships are eaten
“In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul’d up at last and
hawser’d tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.”
(Walt Whitman in The dismantled ship)
Liège (B)