Amsterdam diary

Passing by.
Passing by.

Cutting corners

Seriously, be careful out there! Bikes will not stop for you, or slow down. They'll just keep going. Rules are different here, bikes are almighty. I mean, you've made it to the church, right? So, you know.

The Amsterdam tracks.
The Amsterdam tracks.

Late nights

Jake had a slide in his talk yesterday with placeholder text that was hilarious. You were not supposed to read it. But I did, and had a good laugh. Thanks Jake!

Black and white street curb, with someone walking.
Black and white street curb, with someone walking.

Little details

Seriously, why would you read this. Jake's thing was way better than this one, and I'm totally just stealing his joke at this point.

Flowers at the Estherea hotel.
Flowers at the Estherea hotel.

Inspiration

Maximalist, old-world, canal-house grandma... except your grandma is secretly a glamorous aristocrat with a glitter addiction.

Bikes, bikes, and more bikes.
Bikes, bikes, and more bikes.

Biking much?

Park your bike, come back two minutes later, and it's now a 400-bike abstract sculpture. Is this one even mine? Looking for more? Just go fishing in the canals.

The face statue fountain.
The face statue fountain.

Fountain diplomacy

The statue was giving strong administrative energy, like it had just approved a permit for one very dramatic splash and then immediately needed a lunch break.

The lonely Coke bottle.
The lonely Coke bottle.

Carbonated loneliness

That bottle has the exact posture of someone waiting for a tram that only exists in the imagination of a pigeon.

Chemtrails?
Chemtrails?

Sky paperwork

Those lines overhead are clearly a memo from the clouds, written in a language that only damp bread can fully understand.

Under the bridge. We've all been there.
Under the bridge. We've all been there.

Underpass philosophy

Being under a bridge is just nature's way of saying, please pause here and reconsider your entire relationship with geometry.

Man, where are the cars?
Man, where are the cars?

Vehicle migration

There are no cars because they have all gone to a secret meeting about how to look important while standing still.

And the sun sets here too.
And the sun sets here too.

Evening calibration

The sun here does not set so much as file a final report, nod politely, and exit through the most photogenic door available.

The church and the light.
The church and the light.

Church of photons

That light is doing cathedral work. It arrived early, adjusted the mood, and then refused to explain its methods.

Who loves a good sticker?
Who loves a good sticker?

All the stickers

Seriously what's up with the stickers?!