In the past 22 years I made 45.148 photos. I'll be posting some of them here once in a while.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
It's a Flat Flat Planet
The wall of the Monastero di Fonte Avellana where Dante wrote some of his celestial verses in Serra San Abbondio, Italy. 1 aug 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Die Kleinen und die Bösen
Three jars with preserved cow eyes in my 'The Hills Have Hellraiser Eyes" at Verbeke Foundation in Kemzeke, Belgium. 24 may 2010
Monday, October 08, 2012
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
I'm Beginning to See the Light
Chris Burden descending steps during the installation of his 'Beam Drop' at the Middelheim Open Air Museum, Antwerpen, Belgium. 30 May 2009
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Die Kleinen und die Bösen
A row of coloured garage doors where S-Bahn Murderer Paul Ogorzow strangled one of his victims near Rummelsburg, Berlin, Germany. 27 aug 2007
I Don't See Anything that I Want
The house where Rote Armee Fraktion member Elisabeth von Dyck was shot dead by the police in Nuremberg, Germany. 20 nov 2008
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2007
I Wish I Could Die

An abandoned shack next to the railway track in Mirwart, Belgium. 29 sep 2002
I have been doing this blog for exactly on year, and this is my 555th post on "The Eyes Have it". It will be my last.
I continue posting at "When I Was Buying You a Drink Where Were You ?", and perhaps something new will appear sometime, somewhere....
To a faithful audience, farewell!
It does not matter what is said and done
The eyes have it.
The mind's legislative faculty
Is unconcerned with appearances and words
Nothing is over and done with.
Nothing.
Not even your malice.
Especially your malice.
So do not apologize to me.
I have walked stooped beneath your heart,
That cold-blooded crown
That holds the glinting jewel
Of contradiction in your eyes.
I think that I shall gouge them
from your skull
And crush them in my fist
--Give you a dog to see with
Give you eyes that pant and salivate,
Eyes that creep on all fours--
Eyes that cringe at the sound of my voice;
Lie to me then.
Tell me life is good to you
--When all your memories are distilled
Into the transformed image, the Idea
Of a mechanical hand reaching
To dig out your eyes.
Lie to me then.
Lie to me then, Dog-eyes.
Lie to me then.
Jack Henry Abbott, In the Belly of the Beast.
Lunar Bender
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
I Don't See Anything that I Want

The Devil looking from between two bottles of wine at a DAAD-meeting with thee und kuchen at Ballhaus Mitte in Berlin, Germany. 27 sep 2006
Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night
Maybe sanctuary is an electric light
I get so tired it's like I'm another man,
and everything I see seems so underhanded
I Don't See Anything that I Want
Am I not Farang?

A farewell rooftop dinner before I left to Hong Kong on a cheap SARS flight at our house in Borgerhout, Belgium. 08 jul 2003
The disease spread in Hong Kong from a mainland doctor on the 9th floor of the Metropole Hotel in Kowloon Peninsula, infecting 16 of the hotel visitors.
Initial symptoms are flu-like and may include: fever, myalgia, lethargy, gastrointestinal symptoms, cough, sore throat and other non-specific symptoms.
Mortality by age group as of 8 May 2003 is below 1% for people aged 24 or younger, 6% for those 25 to 44, 15% in those 45 to 64 and more than 50% for those over 65.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
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