Posts tagged “Dutch Rivers & Canals

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That’s the Ijssel, shortly after it branches off the Nederrijn south of Velp.

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So even some of my Dutch friends aren’t quite aware of how much engineering has gone into the Rhine River over the years, once it enters NL out of Germany. So far as I know, from its origins in the Swiss Alps until both of its banks enter NL, it’s pretty much one river with occasionally a side channel so that they can make a lock on which boats can safely pass. (Think, for instance, of boats going past the Rheinfall which we’ve shown you in past posts.) Since NL is built on what would be the delta of this mighty river, it makes sense that it would branch out as it nears the north sea. In order to occupy and farm on this lowland, the Dutch over the centuries have adapted the natural channels into quite reliable shipping, boating, irrigation, and flood-control basins and channels. Above, you’re looking east to the point where the Rhine first divides up, with Germany definitely visible in the frame on the south side at least. The Waal – which carries most of the Rhine’s water over to the North Sea at the port of Rotterdam, with a name change or two en route — is to the right (south), and the Nederrijn (lower Rijn) is to the left (north)…although, for this particular stretch, it’s called the Pannerden Canal. It gets back to being called the Nederrijn a few miles upstream next to Westervoort & Velp, after the Ijssel branches off and carries more its water up to the North Sea via the various flood-control systems that have made the Ijsselmeer fresh rather than sea water, as explained in yet another past post. Anyhoo: while based in Velp I biked on down to see this spot of, for me, intense nerdly water-management interest. After all, the Rhine is a river I’ve known quite a long time and is certainly the most economically important river in Europe, being a primary reason Rotterdam remains one of the world’s largest ports. Just check out the barge traffic in the videos and photos below. And pardon my nerdlyness. Yeah, there’s also a museum in the old fort which I visited.

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I have an embarrassment of riches in terms of Amsterdam canal photos waiting to be shared, including above and several below from a lovely canal cruise Sam & I decided to do between the matinee and evening concerts on the last day of the Mahler Festival back in May, and a few taken during Barbara’s visit just before Sam arrived…then a few more from just my usual wanders by foot or bike around this lovely city where the days are becoming painfully, noticeably, shorter as we’re now within three weeks of the next equinox 😦

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Back in March, upon my return from the short visit to BKK and Beijing, I had to get outside A’dam city limits for some “country canals” appropriate photos. Since I’m now about to spent a good deal of time – in the upcoming second week of my current so far fabulous vacation – biking, walking and training around the Dutch countryside to explore some parks and museums that have long been on my list, I expect by this time next week to have accumulated some new and lovely shots to feed future posts in this series. So herewith the last shots from a bike ride on a lovely mid-March day in the countryside south of Amsterdam.

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Now and then the morning bike commute to work is so lovely that I stop and take a photo or two, such as these shots from June and July. The right-side photo shows Westerkerk, which is referenced in Anne Frank’s diaries and which sits next to both the contemporary Anne Frank Huis museum, and the fabulously-named Homomonument. (Commemorating queer folks targeted and killed during WWII.)


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Please note the lovely sliver of moon in the top left 🙂

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Sunset on June 20, left; sunrise about seven hours later on June 21, right. Were we up in the arctic circle on these days, the sun would journey all the way around, continously above the horizon. Maybe next year I’ll get up there again and photograph that! The joy of summer solistice is followed by the pain of ever-shorter days as the sun migrates further south again from this annual high point. Ah, well, c’est la vie.


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