When, long after my stroke, the feeling for photography returned, I started photographing flowers. Small, wild flowers that you see just everywhere.

I processed them in black and white, and they would support the text I wrote for the book ‘Nooit Weerom’, in which I describe the most miserable period of my life, in their simple, modest way…

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