I cycled a heart around Amsterdam. The asked the people I met along the way to tell me about one act of love or kindness they had done for someone or someone had done for them.
No one ever did anything kind for me. I never did anything kind for anyone… The coffee’s on the house
My four year old son telling me not to worry, that he loved me after his mother left us.
I could never find love. But the last two months I found it. It’s over now, but it was beautiful.
Every week I visit my 80 year old grandparents to bring shopping. I haven’t missed a week in two years.
I make videos of things I see while I’m away to share with my boyfriend. I’m an air stewardess and don’t see him very often.
I met a girl and was so in love with her I wrote a her a poem and read it to her. She wasn’t expecting it but was so overwhelmed she kissed me on the spot. She has been my girlfriend for 3 years.
Schipol Airport, Eastern Runway; the start and end of the journey.
A Warehouse by Uithoorn
My trusty bike, resting against a shed by the E35 motorway
Predawn Lelystad. Or maybe I hadn’t woken up yet.
Searching for the Houtribdijk crossing
Sunrise on the Houtribdijk
Holland per chance?