An old polder landscape….

We had to get up early for our annual outing…..  

For me, going on a bus trip still has the enchantment it had when we went on our school trips. Excitement, the need to sing, the smell of fresh sandwiches;  longing to eat them straight away.

Where would we go today?  We were guessing for a long time. Is it the code of all school trips and company outings that you only know what to wear, but not where you are going?

Off course it was important where you were going, but somehow I best liked the bus trip itself. I love looking out of the windows to the passing world. Watching the landscape flow by from high up; at least much higher up that from a normal car. Watching people in cities wrestling through the traffic or going about their business in any other way.

This morning, a long time ago,  there was a little haze on the meadows. Just enough to make the landscape a bit distant, quiet and unreal. The pictures were taken through the coloured windscreens of the bus. So the tone is a bit artificial. And don’t ask me why some are more orange and others are more blue.

The old and new windmills, the greenhouses, the birds, the cows in meadows. A typical Dutch polder landscape. The cool air, the sun is low. It is almost autumn……