A gull circling above the pond in Stadspark, Sittard.
Nothing special… just me playing around with my zoom lens trying to capture some action.
B&W
#115 St Peter’s Church Sittard In B&W
I think this might be my favourite shot of St. Peter’s Church in Sittard.
Took it completely randomly on my way home… nothing planned… just found out about this little side street, saw the moment, raised the camera, and pressed the shutter.
Later I turned it into black and white… and it just worked.
Since the first time I posted it online, it’s been one of my most popular photos.
Sold a few dozen times.
I even printed it on a big canvas and hung it in my old studio.
Funny how the unplanned shots often end up being the best ones.
#112 Karvina – Communist Apartment Blocks
Here’s a classic communist block of flats — the place where I grew up.
Where I learned to ride a bike… where I first ice-skated… where I spent whole summers inline skating up and down this side streets.
It’s a quiet urban street in Karviná, in the northeast of the Czech Republic — the place I called home for 24 years.
Back then it was dark, cold, and honestly… pretty miserable in winter.
That was 25 years ago.
Since then, the whole area went through a massive reconstruction.
And now?
It’s beautiful.
It actually makes me want to come back.
#96 Morning Walk Sittard
A shot taken on a quiet morning walk through one of Sittard’s side streets. Somehow the shot looked better in Black and White.
#83 Tiny Feet, Big Dreams
He once told me,
“I want to take pictures just like you.”
And I swear, those words hit harder than anything I’ve ever heard. Because in that moment, I realized something few people ever do…
Kids don’t follow advice.
They follow example.
They copy your moves, your tone, your fire. They watch you closer than you think. They become the echo of your actions.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be like my father.
He wasn’t famous. He wasn’t rich. But he was skilled.
Once, he built a mechanical printer from scratch. A metal arm that held a pen and drew whatever the computer told it to. To me, that was wizardry. To him, it was just another Tuesday project.
Later in life, I watched him build a house. Nail after nail. Beam after beam.
That house still stands.
He doesn’t.
He’s gone now.
But sometimes, he shows up in my dreams… not saying much, just there.
Now, I see my son watching me the way I once watched him.
Those eyes that see everything.
He sees me behind the lens, chasing light.
He sees me designing, building, creating… turning ideas into something real.
And I see him absorbing it… mirroring my steps without even knowing it.
And it hits me… this is the circle.
The same spark, passed down like fire from one torch to the next.
That’s legacy.
Not money. Not property. Not some name etched in stone.
A father’s strength reborn in his son’s curiosity.
A spirit that refuses to fade.
I’m yet to watch my boy aim the camera and squint into the light…
But it will come.
I know it.
Time will tell.
#73 At The Wash Station – Karvina, Czech Republic
Snapped this while my friend was washing his car at a self-service wash in Karviná, Czech Republic…
#09 Berry Shot
The fastest way to ruin a shoot? Walk in expecting the light to be perfect, the model to nail every pose, and the camera to behave like a Swiss watch.
Guess what? It never happens!
Well, sometimes… But the second you drop the expectations…
BOOM!
The shot shows up.
The real moment captured.
So stop clutching your precious idea of ‘perfect.’ Let the frame surprise you. That’s where the good stuff lives.
#08 Bad Conditions Turned Perfect
See, anyone can shoot when conditions are perfect.
But the ones who grow are the ones who turn misfortune into their best frame.
So, the first step in becoming more than just some schmuck with a camera is to stop waiting for perfect conditions and start shooting the ugly, the hard, the impossible.
Because that’s where the real photographs… and the real photographers… are born.