My father was an enthusiastic amateur photographer. He photographed us at all times.
1969- We visited our grandmother in Friesland for a few days. To be precise in Tjalleberd near Herenveen. Tjalleberd is a rural village that threads through green farmland like beads on a string. My brother and I went fishing along the canal, found a lapwing chick in the field, and played bullfights in our grandmother's yard. That was a good time.