When the wind is singing strangely
Blowing music through your head
And your rain splattered windows
Make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead?
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher
Dream of summertime instead?
When winter...
Comes howling in

Photos from exhibitions in Amsterdam.
#Rijksmuseum
#Stedelijk
#foam

To birds in the trees late night walk home from the pub

#barflys

Couple of photos I took in 2011 in Southampton when he was playing in a band called if.

Casablanca

Homeward Bound
Out in Eastleigh last night

Not a knife throw from here, you can hear the night train passing
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them
A prisoner only of the choices they've made.
Photo me Lyrics Night Train
by Bruce Cockburn

#Haarlem #Café’Kantoor
Shop windows in Haarlem on random nights walking home from the Café 't Kantoor