It’s all leveled out. A day before you would have been in waist-deep water – if you could manage to keep standing upright.  But you should hear the noise from the distant sea telling about the storms.

The strong winds have gone but the sea is still boiling. And I like those dramatic skies so much.

A day after a quite heavy storm battered the dunes, everything is back to normal.

It gives an odd feeling walking around with your digital cam in such an atmosphere – back in time for centuries.

Damp, wet, dripping trees, shivering in the mist.

In the minutes before sunrise the sky is painted in the most intense and remarkable colors. Even the moon is smiling.

The first evening at Beursplein 5 in Amsterdam where the occupy-movement set camp.

I didn’t make that much pictures. It was more or less the first time for me, shooting at sunrise, and I was fiddling with all kind of settings to get things well. That’s the only way to learn how your equipment will behave under certain circumstances.

While fiddling, the birds woke up and took a early sunbath and streched their feathers / wings