Springtime in Amsterdam

I visited Amsterdam twice, both times in spring. The first time I had my camera with me, but I didn’t like the photos I made. I didn’t put enough energy into it, however I instantly fell in love with the city. A few years after my first visit I was going through a photographic break for over an year when I spontaneously decided it’s been too much time and I had to continue photographing. I wanted to go somewhere where I could concentrate only on my photography and re-experiencing what I love most about it. I immediately thought of Amsterdam and that’s where I headed. I booked a ticket and accommodation  on a Wednesday and was sitting on the train on Thursday.

This was one of the most intense experiences I’ve had. Every day I would wake up early at around 6:00 and take extensive walks until after 22:00 in the evening. Definitely worth it! With its small, curvy streets, Amsterdam reminded me remotely of my home, old, full of people and life. However, Amsterdam’s citizens preserved the old atmosphere and flare even though the imperfect design of the houses must have made it extraordinary difficult and expensive to do so. I have never been in a city where the old and the new blended in so well together that I never felt like something was strangely out of place.