Queen Emma, one has learned, was quite popular in the late 1800’s. She’s also the great-great grandmother of NL’s current head of state, who is himself the first male head of state since Emma’s regency, which lasted from 1890 during the final day’s of her husband King William’s life until 1898 when her daughter Queen Wilhelmina turned 18. In other words, heads of state in NL were women from 1890 to 2013. When I compare NL to plenty of other countries I’ve lived or worked in, I conclude this may well have been quite a good thing indeed.
A triptych of canals from my bike ride out out to Muidersloot back in May: above, boats plying the Vecht River by the town of Muiden, plus another of the Vecht below right and a smaller field canal in the vicinity on the left.
There’s a petting zoo in the park I bike or walk through if I’m heading into the city proper, so if I decide on a leisurely stroll one weekend or evening (e.g. the best bakeries are over that way), I get to watch the goats cavorting.
I’ve pondered starting a new series called “transport choices” but just don’t think it’ll ever be visually stimulating enough to get me going or keep your eyes. This would be a good example: a Guardian article sent by a friend a a couple years back told me about this underground & underwater bike parking garage next to Amsterdam Centraal. Various articles on the Dutch (and in particular Amsterdam) choice to seriously invest in bike, foot and public transit infrastructure over and above car infrastructure strike a tone of mixed admiration and derision, I find – and this article was no exception. Having used this precise bike garage now multiple times to conveniently convey myself and my tennis-bag via bike to Centraal, drop the bike in a clean, safe, dry, attended underground lot for a cheap daily rate after the first free 24 hours and then simply walk up the stairs on the other side then directly into the station, I’ll say this use of my tax dollars is a far more welcome use than nearly all the uses my US tax dollars go for. Yeah, that’s my bike in its little spot before one of my Berlin trips this year. The Dutch deride me for my helmet, but I’m as impervious to that as I am to American derision for this fabulous parking alternative.
It took me a year but I’ve finally concluded that, yeah, I live by a lake now just like my brother does during his summers in Wisconsin – where this series had its genesis. (But just to be clear, it’s also part of the canal and water-management system, as is all fresh water in NL, aside from mud puddles in the street.) Above came near the end of my Friday-evening cirumnambulation of said lake (11,000 steps); compare the level of sunset at 19:18 on Friday the 27th to that at 20:00 in the other two from Saturday the 21st: ah, how the days shorten rapidly around the solstices! And the other was going to be part of a Signs of the City entry but it fits as nicely here. Yep, that’s my local swimming hole, unofficial though it may be.
We’re splurging all the remaining photos from our lovely May day-trip bike exploration to Muidersloot with this post. I’ll try to explain a few things that you may be curious about, depending what level of attention you give to these various images. Museums in the Netherlands like to do art in many ways. (The plural in Dutch is musea – which if we English speakers used a more latin-root approach I suppose we’d say too, but I think folks would laugh at me if I talked about going to several musea in a day…)
Above, you see one of the ways Muidersloot was adding contemporary art to the abundant history it always offers just being what is: installation art with a theme of rising sea levels. If you don’t get it, stop and think. It’s possible you’ll chuckle a bit. In other photos you’ll see various insect sculptures in the moat or on the grounds. While I wandered the gardens, I heard loud rumbling and noticed a pod of helicopters crossing the sky. Feeling all Apocalypse Now, I was torn between diving for cover and taking photos. The image below and a few more in the gallery demonstrate which instinct won. (And no, pods of helicopters crossing the sky are not a thing I’ve seen here before, nor do I know what this was about.)
On July 19, having gone even further north (and thus to the left, from the perspective of this image) for more than a month, the sun passed directly through and above this iconic landmark above, on its way back south for the next eight months. I’m already mentally preparing myself to miss it ever more in the months ahead, til I can again welcome it from my bedroom window once its come far enough north again.
(so much world, so little time....) 