*The following are a few excerpts of my Father's writing that adjoined some of his illustrations and artwork along with D.Acke~published copyright~The Netherlands.

**I am posting as a prelude to a few new pages I will have open shortly (by tommorrow, as I wish to sleep now!). One is for my Father and some of his work~paintings; however, this will likely take me to the end of the weekend to complete on his link. Another some of my own photo's of winter themes, something I begun with my 'fading to white'. I have tended to have a white theme, including winter, in my photography~when I chose to do this as a profession/hobby at one time in my life. The other is a link about the music on my site. Thank-you, hope you will drop by and also enjoy some of the new links shortly~~have a lovely weekend!!

**As an additonal commentary, my Father lived and worked as an artist, travelling most of his life virtually everywhere, and his longest residence was in The Netherlands. His paintings, mostly in oil, strange to me really haha were very dark. Likely the darkest art I've seen to this day. I understand him alot more though and why whereas when younger~it quite scared me!! His writing tends to show a more mixed sides of him, perhaps...

Liefste m'n liefste

ik heb gehoord dat je komt

en de hemelen zullen je wegen zijn

en ver beneden je de oceaan

de aarde rond

de horizon vervaagt de morgenstond

ze zult weer vrij zijn

blij zijn

en mischien gelukkig zijn met mij.

Through an open window,

streets cold and silent.

Emptiness,

so early in the morning

black roses on a naked bed.

You came--went

crossed the square;

my heart, the universe, the nucleus

in which you stepped

now disappear around this corner

Left are dreams of dreams of dreams,

snowflakes like white roses

without their scent or thorns

'till you return.