Sometimes a city provides you with a story of personal reflection and memory. Remembering a certain, unrepeatable feeling, tied to an experience or some other memorable trigger lends itself as a tool with which to write these stories. Luckily for me, Amsterdam has allowed me to add chapters to my story year after year. It has become a second home as I’ve had to travel here each year for the last eight to conduct business (for my real job). I count myself very fortunate that the industry I exist in professionally forces me to spend time each year in such a cool city. Of course the obvious stereotyped assumptions make their way into the conversation whenever I mention that I travel here each year, but the history, kind nature and beauty of this city rivals any that I’ve been to. Just make sure you look both ways before stepping foot out into the street, at least twice.
After an amazingly frustrating train journey between Paris and Amsterdam (Belgium flooded, trains were canceled, other trains were involved in accidents, and generally just getting up to any kind of train based mischief they could think of), we arrived and were greeted by beautiful weather. Having been rained on each and every day in Paris, this came as a huge relief for us, well, for the Mrs anyway as I’ve been working since we arrived, but it looks nice outside… Just knowing that Little Baby What’s His Face and his lovely mother are not having to brave the wet, winter like weather we saw in France helps me feel better about not being able to hang out with them as much as I’d love to. The other unfortunate drawback for me is that my leisure time to shoot is limited, but that hasn’t stopped me from dragging my camera to business dinners, or getting up early to try and catch the pre-sunrise light. Anyway, for those who’ve not been fortunate enough to list Amsterdam as one of the places they’ve visited, I cannot say enough about it other than I wish I had more time each year to photograph it.