Trees

This picture calls up in me a certain memory I have of biking through the natural areas of Apeldoorn. We were at the Kröller-Müller, an art museum with an outdoor sculpture garden, located within a national park. They had bike racks of communial bicycles which guests were to use to get from the entrance to the museum (a novel concept to me!). Steven, German and I sped down the pathway to the museum, between rows of towering trees, on those strange white bikes, in the wet air of the day. As I recall, Steven's was lacking air and bouncing the whole time. It is such a fond memory to me. Perhaps it was the fullness of my senses at the time: rain on my skin, wind in my hair, laughing friends, pedalling feet, the smell of summer. Recalling that moment makes me yearn to be back in Holland, experiencing a world so completely different from my own.