Some months don’t need fixing, adjusting, or searching.
Some months just flow.
August was one of those.
It started with something that stayed with us from before—Codee’s week away. The energy she brought back, the stories, the independence… you could feel the difference. Like something had opened up.
And then, my birthday.
Not in a busy room, but outside. In the middle of the forest, surrounded by people who understand, who care. Singing, laughter, something simple like cake after a walk—and yet, it felt like everything. One of those moments you don’t forget.
Of course, not everything goes as planned.
A trip that didn’t happen. A station where the journey stopped instead of continued. But instead of frustration, we found another way. Nature again. Quiet paths, animals, space. Sometimes the detour gives you exactly what you needed.
And then, the heart of the month—
The Meerpaaldagen.
Music filling the streets, people everywhere, days that blend into evenings. Familiar faces, new memories, and that feeling of being part of something bigger, right there in your own town.
In between, life kept moving.
Work became busier, fuller—but also meaningful. New ideas, new projects, finding my place again in a different rhythm. And at the same time, making space for myself.
The Veluwe. The Posbank. Wide views, shifting light, long walks that clear your head. Sometimes alone, sometimes together. Both with their own kind of value.
And then, small moments turning into something special.
Photographing a 50-year love story. Standing quietly behind the lens, capturing something that matters to someone else. Turning a moment into something lasting. That felt… right.
Towards the end of the month, things shifted again.
An interview. A photoshoot. Being asked to share my story in a different way. And at the same time, a conscious choice—separating my worlds. Giving my photography its own space, while continuing to share my caregiving story in a way that still feels connected, but clearer.
Sometimes growth looks like creating that space.
Looking back, August wasn’t just full.
It was light.
Full of energy.
Full of movement.
Full of moments that didn’t need to be anything more than they were.
And maybe that’s the best kind of month there is.
Just living it… as it comes. 🤍
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