After craving for a long time, I finally made some fluffy pancakes from scratch. All I needed was a cup of self-rising flour, a cup of milk, an egg and some sugar – all beaten and mixed up into a paste. Too bad I didn’t stock up either Honey or Maple syrup, so had to resort to adding more sugar to the mix for sweeter pancakes. It was yummy.
It was my birthday, so I made some really good food.
Sun is out and the cold is gone.
Days are longer and the weather warmer.
Winter has come to past for Spring is here
Meanwhile, I have become an year older.
Marken is a tiny gorgeous island town, about 30 km from Amsterdam. The last time I visited that place, I along with few friends took public transportation, but didn’t reach the light house as it required walking for few kilometers and not everyone was up for it.
Having recently purchased a road bike, this time I decided to bike to it and back – a total of 60kms – alone.
Before I could reach the Lighthouse in Marken, which is well connected by dedicated cycling paths, I had to bike through lots of small towns, marshes, fields and lots of bridges over canals and the famous dykes of dutch-land.
I stumbled upon this building, while browsing through the pictures of buildings with modern architecture in the Netherlands. A sudden urge to see it led me to jump onto the next train. After a series of incidents – missed metros, taking the wrong train, getting myself lost in the station, being stuck in in a bus in mad traffic, I finally reached 2 hours later – way beyond my initial estimate of 35 minutes and it was all worth the trouble as it turned out even more stunning than what I expected.
Although it seemed quite opaque from the outside with the black walled exteriors, the interiors on the contrary were just the opposite – there was a flood of natural light everywhere.
The huge atrium basking in sunlight exhumed an enormous sense of space which made everyone and everything seem small – the readers were merely specks of dust amongst hundreds, reading a book or two from a collection of millions. That amplifying effect turned the softest of rustles – my slow footsteps and the camera’s mechanical shutter, into the loudest of noises, which apparently due to damping effects of the building design, no one could hear but me.
The sharp dramatic shadows, casted by the natural light, in most corners of the library, made it quite enjoyable to shoot silhouettes from a variety of angles.
