Sunday, 29 June 2014
Saturday, 21 June 2014
Some details
I just had to take pictures of this interesting stuff. Is it called 'plywood' in English?
Blurry, but I like it anyway:
And an accidental selfie:
Preparing for Lift Off
Setting up the crane
View from the bedroom window:
You can see the second cart with prefab walls in the background, too:
Here they go!
A House is Born
Pictures of what happened on June 20, 2014…
I will post them in sub categories, so you won't be overwhelmed!
A happy day, and also a bit of a sad day, because I lost the view of the sea dyke that I loved so much, forever.
In the pictures below, you can see how the view from my kitchen window was gradually taken over by the house...
I will post them in sub categories, so you won't be overwhelmed!
A happy day, and also a bit of a sad day, because I lost the view of the sea dyke that I loved so much, forever.
In the pictures below, you can see how the view from my kitchen window was gradually taken over by the house...
Saturday, 14 June 2014
Very Sad Remains...
… of a baby earthworm. It probably crawled onto the concrete to escape drowning, when the rain came pouring down.
But when it had reached a high spot, the sun returned full strength. Because it would take too long to crawl all the way back in the scorching heat, it tried to escape into one of the air bubbles, hoping it could burrow into it. Alas, it was only a tiny bubble.
I found the poor thing the next day.
And a small slug, a few feet away.
But when it had reached a high spot, the sun returned full strength. Because it would take too long to crawl all the way back in the scorching heat, it tried to escape into one of the air bubbles, hoping it could burrow into it. Alas, it was only a tiny bubble.
I found the poor thing the next day.
And a small slug, a few feet away.
Sun Terrace
No building activities for two weeks, so Veere and I turned the concrete foundation into a Sun Terrace.
With all the necessary accessories (now reading - and loving it - The Language of Emotions by Karla McLaren).
With all the necessary accessories (now reading - and loving it - The Language of Emotions by Karla McLaren).
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