Photo credit: Urban Capture

Rotterdam is such a hard city to enter fully.

She’s been damaged and hurt so badly by World War II.  She keeps her eyes to the ground as she passes you on the street, the architectures of her imposing.  In spite of this, she longs, grows and stands tall, eyes cast down mostly, but ultimately looking towards the sky.

Her resilience, in spite of her past, inspiring, her playfulness revealing itself if you look long and hard enough at her messy landscapes, the parts of her under construction…