It's still dark outside when I gently close the car door. No lighting in the surrounded houses, the residents still asleep. It's cold outside. I pick up my stuff and walk towards the lonely and almost untouched terrain. Exciting every time!
As I take my pictures, my thoughts go to how it once was. What happened to the smiling people at the kitchen table? Why did they leave? Miners with the cigarette carelessly between the lips and the pausing factory workers. What are they doing now?
In my book I wanted to unravel their secrets piece by piece. My poetic version on the "secrets of yesterday".
Secrets to Yesterday - Marieke Berkelaar
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Last supper
Sanatorium
Red carpet and big applause
All I wanted was a Fur coat
The Butcher
Satin Doll
Sewing for the Master
The stairs go on forever
Old rocking horse
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