I wasn't born here, I didn't become an adult here, I just worked here. A great job in a strange town.
Lately I found myself lacking a hometown, the place I was born lies to far away, the place I studied felt far away and I wanted to have a hometown. So I started this photodocument that shows me my hometown. Maybe I'd learn to apreciate my hometown.
I take streetscenes, I go to places and I take a little camera and a small lens. Just to be an eyewitness of life in this town. An old merchant-town and a town of industrious craftsmen. All long gone, what rests are students and 'burghers'.
In this town there are traditions, ways of doing things. But there are also a lot of people that do not obey these old forms. The town prides itself on the fact that once it took in a lot of refugees. That was a long time ago. Still it is better to live in a town that has a name to uphold than in a town that doesn't care about newcomers.
It is fun to look for pictures that fill my need for a feeling of belonging. The photo's help a lot. I wonder what anyone would think of these pictures, anyone that doesn't know my hometown.