Walking through the trees and out into the field next to the Weverkeshof Kinderboerderij, I follow the footsteps of Vincent van Gogh in his wanderings around Nuenen and see the Roosdonck windmill come into view against a blanket of rain clouds. The miller's house in white stands in contrast to the earthen tones of the rest of the field.
All the fields and trees turn to tones of brown, rust, and gold in this late season of year, reminding me of the earth tones Vincent daubed the Aardappeleter's painting with. It is the season when darkness steals in earlier and earlier, where we gather around hearths and make feasts with lights. Autumn is my favourite, mostly because I envision reading books with a warm drink & a cat by firelight.
If you would have told me as a child that I'd become a dutch speaking photographer steeped in the village history where Vincent van Gogh spent two years of his life, I'd have thought you were crazy. Born and raised in the western United States, I've travelled a long way until landing in Nuenen determined to put down roots and raise my family.
Dutch love stories + English storytelling. I am a Dutch speaking American expat happily raising 4 children and 2 cats in a monumental home next to a Vincent van Gogh museum. I love long walks, milk chocolate, linen, flower gardens, and photography... Read more…