'n Winderige nat dag in Pole.

So lyk 'n snelweg in Pole. Boomomsoomd. Pragtig. Die pad het van een dorpie na 'n ander gevleg. Vergeet van stres. Vergeet van vinniger as 70 km/h ry.

This is a highway in Poland. An alley of trees. Slinging between towns. Beautiful. Forget about stress. Forget about riding faster than 70 km / h.

Dit het my reeds verlede week opgeval dat die Poolse begraafplase mey blomme oorlaai was. Vandag het die blomme my weer opgeval. Ek moes eenvoudig net stop om die pragtige grafte af te neem. Kyk na die blou hemel daar agter, Groot onweer was op pad.

While travelling through Poland the beautiful graveyards struck me. Nearly all the graves had flowers on. Today it was the same. I had to stop to take a few photographs. Look at the dark heaven. A heavy storm was on its way.

Ek is eenvoudig gek na die kaal platteland waar mens die wind deur die gras kan hoor, die woud kan ruik, waar jy kaalvoet in 'n aarbeiland kan loop sonder om waardigheid in te boet.

I love the countryside where one can hear the music of the wind through the grass, where you can smell the freshly cut timber, where one can walk bare-footed in a strawberry field without losing dignity.