I'm blessed with a beautiful park in the neighborhood where I live: it's called Het Zuiderpark (South Park in English). No, you won't see Stan, Kyle or Cartman quarreling over there and Kenny won't be killed for the 1000th time. It's almost a kilometer from where I live and I usually go there by foot. You can find me there to stretch my legs, get a breath of fresh air, ease my mind and of course make a photo or two. I try to shoot unnoticed. I just want to be one with the park and the people who also strolling like me. I don't want to be the so-called wannabe arty-farty photographer when I'm there. But sometimes you can't escape the fact that some of the parklovers notice that you're just a little more interested in a tree or for example a combination of a little piece of nature, perspective and colour, that makes you look longer with a dreamy or tense glance, while others would pass the scene. Thus on the picture above... I was trying to make a picture of a composition that depicted young/fresh and old, while being on my knees and in a mesmerizing state of mind, while somebody was yelling in my direction. The yelling kept on. When I finally get on my feet, I saw an old man in an electric wheelchair and realized that he had been calling for attention, but I walked away, because I wasn't really in the mood for a conversation with a stranger. When I watched my photo's on a big screen at home, I discovered him again on one of my photos. I shot more that I had expected. A nice little moment of photography.