Westward Bound : Two years ago, I left Amsterdam.

After four years of cycling along the canals, gathering favorite spots, and watching the city shift with the wind or the rain, I needed new horizons. But today, I’m back, camera loaded with film, heading west.

The red train pulls into the station. Wilkomen dames en heren.

Here, people speak softly, bikes move fast, and the cobbled streets tell quiet stories. Far from the crowded center, I ride down slower paths. On a sunny Sunday, the façades stand still, the red bricks soak up the years.

A few analog frames, stolen from time. Amsterdam, still here just a little differently.