The Castle of Amstenrade, just a few 100 meters from our house.
It's Tuesday now, I made the drawing last Sunday. Two days that feel like ages, all due to the deepening crisis of the Corona contaminations. The numbers of victims and the deathtoll is rising quickly.
Schools are closed, streets far too quiet, me working at home. Everyone tries to avoid personal contact. We are even avoiding visiting my mother; as her age is in the second half of 80. Afraid to pass something on, which we don't even know we have. Tough dilemmas, but she is okay with it. There are good alternative ways to communicate these days.
And in the meantime, after weeks of continuous rain, the weather gets better. Trees blossom, flowers start to colour our garden, birds are suspiciously eying our cats, squirrels make the branches dance.
It seems out of tune with our own feelings. Strange days.
It's Tuesday now, I made the drawing last Sunday. Two days that feel like ages, all due to the deepening crisis of the Corona contaminations. The numbers of victims and the deathtoll is rising quickly.
Schools are closed, streets far too quiet, me working at home. Everyone tries to avoid personal contact. We are even avoiding visiting my mother; as her age is in the second half of 80. Afraid to pass something on, which we don't even know we have. Tough dilemmas, but she is okay with it. There are good alternative ways to communicate these days.
And in the meantime, after weeks of continuous rain, the weather gets better. Trees blossom, flowers start to colour our garden, birds are suspiciously eying our cats, squirrels make the branches dance.
It seems out of tune with our own feelings. Strange days.




















