Chani Demuijlder Fine Art

Would it be nice to live as a snail? To be allowed to live a slow life, without having to meet urgent deadlines, rushing to shops, driving or flying anywhere, but with my house on my back, discovering the world on my own way. Snails near the small town of Barbate (Andalusia) Snails near Barbate

This year so far, I have learnt a lot of ugly words. And that in all the languages I speak.  Ugly words

When people talk and say nothing or spread lies, the only right thing is to disappear into nature and to listen to it. I prefer wind to words, rain to sentences. Listening to the sounds of nature

Nature is the only place where I can find some peace at the moment, far away from news channels that enter your house like enemies to attack you every day.  Pitres, province of Grenade (Granada). It took us five years to come back and to be reunited with its beauty. Between Pitres and Mecina Between Pitres and Mecina

Autumn is coming, and we are still suffering. I wonder how long it will last before they let us live normally. Autumn is coming

It is high time to post the last pictures of our trip to Soest (province of Utrecht, The Netherlands) in July. It now seems almost unreal. The summer has almost gone, but life is still not normal at all. The "Soester duinen" The "Soester duinen" The old fishing port in Spakenburg The old fishing port in Spakenburg

The sheep ran into the barn as the shepherd told them a wolf was lurking around. They stayed there day and night, for weeks and months, maybe years, shivering. No animal raised the question whether the wolf was still there.