He watches it all resignedly, the young jackdaw. He should have been hiding from the cat in a corner of the garden. I put it on the corrugated iron roof of the shed. From there it eventually flew away. But as long as he sat there, he wondered what on earth we were all doing.
i once was a journalist working for dutch regional newspapers. the writing kind, not a photographer then. in the last years of my carreer in newspaperland i ended up as a freelance photojournalist en photographer, combining photography and writing. and now i am retired and my profession has.. Read more…