Photographer's Note

The river always looks cold and empty during the last and first months of the year... Every season has it's own charmes ofcourse, so big boots on and keep walking to stay warm...

Its always windy and cold in the forlands of thae river then and the only thing that grows here these days is the waterlevel and 'the wild roses' ofcourse ;-D

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Nick Cave and the bad seeds ft. Kylie Minogue, Where the wild roses grow, Murder Ballads

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Additional Photos by Jorrit van der Molen (Proxilva) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 432 W: 94 N: 576] (2157)
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