15-019-17

Rockanje, 2015
15-019-17<br><br>Rockanje, 2015
08-174-02

Rockanje,2008 (brother in kibble-silo)

My brother is really inventive and handy. He rarely buys new things, but restores and repairs the old instead. That's commendable, but also extremely time-consuming. It'll take at least ten lifetimes to finish all his projects. There were holes in the kibble-silo. Instead of buying a new one, my brother hauled the silo from its stand and worked for weeks restoring the fragile and ancient tank.
08-174-02<br><br>Rockanje,2008 (brother in kibble-silo) <br><br>
My brother is really inventive and handy. He rarely buys new things, but restores and repairs the old instead. That's commendable, but also extremely time-consuming. It'll take at least ten lifetimes to finish all his projects. There were holes in the kibble-silo. Instead of buying a new one, my brother hauled the silo from its stand and worked for weeks restoring the fragile and ancient tank.
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Rockanje, 2000 (mother with parts of wooden shelving)

My brother was cleaning out the basement and came to the conclusion that additional shelving would help. In the kitchen he quickly hammered some old timber into improvised sides. My mother, who was reading the minutes from the local Country Women's Association meeting, had to hold the two sides for a second, so my brother could take some measurements. When he'd finished measuring, he went to look for shelves, leaving my mother holding the sides.
Rock-018-15<br><br>Rockanje, 2000 (mother with parts of wooden shelving) <br><br>
My brother was cleaning out the basement and came to the conclusion that additional shelving would help. In the kitchen he quickly hammered some old timber into improvised sides. My mother, who was reading the minutes from the local Country Women's Association meeting, had to hold the two sides for a second, so my brother could take some measurements. When he'd finished measuring, he went to look for shelves, leaving my mother holding the sides.
07-219-07

Rockanje, 2007 (brother with air rifle)

After a hard day's work, your work clothes are covered with mud and shit. My brother was just going to take a shower when I knocked on his door. Rats were making a nuisance of themselves but my brother doesn't like poisoning them. It's a slow death and other animals could also eat the poison. He doesn't care for snares or traps either. If the rat isn't caught 'properly', the animal could suffer for hours before finally being put out of its misery. Shooting them with the air rifle kills them instantly and with the minimum of suffering. Since rats only come out in the dark, my brother has an air rifle with a laser beam. The beam is really powerful. It can easily reach the trees on the other side of the barn.
07-219-07<br><br>Rockanje, 2007 (brother with air rifle) <br><br>After a hard day's work, your work clothes are covered with mud and shit. My brother was just going to take a shower when I knocked on his door. Rats were making a nuisance of themselves but my brother doesn't like poisoning them. It's a slow death and other animals could also eat the poison. He doesn't care for snares or traps either. If the rat isn't caught 'properly', the animal could suffer for hours before finally being put out of its misery. Shooting them with the air rifle kills them instantly and with the minimum of suffering. Since rats only come out in the dark, my brother has an air rifle with a laser beam. The beam is really powerful. It can easily reach the trees on the other side of the barn.
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Rockanje, 2000 (brother and father in front of the storage barn)

The cold storage barn was built in 1957 by Grandpa Kome, for storing potatoes. Before it was built the potatoes were kept in a pit. If they started to rot, your entire crop could be ruined. There were special ventilators in the barn for blow-drying and cooling the potatoes (which are often wet when harvested). In my grandfather's day, potatoes were a really important source of income for the farm. After my father took over, he continued growing potatoes for another 4 or 5 years, but had to stop. This labour-intensive work was too expensive and the machines too large. Now the barn is used to store tools, tractors, machinery and a piano. Since the tools are kept in the barn, lots of work is carried out in front of its large doors. The conversation is mainly about the work at hand. Occasionally a car drives by and the subject changes for a moment: "There goes Kruik." "Which one?" "Kruik from the Bollaarsdijk."
Rock-015-12<br><br>Rockanje, 2000 (brother and father in front of the storage barn) <br><br>
The cold storage barn was built in 1957 by Grandpa Kome, for storing potatoes. Before it was built the potatoes were kept in a pit. If they started to rot, your entire crop could be ruined. There were special ventilators in the barn for blow-drying and cooling the potatoes (which are often wet when harvested). In my grandfather's day, potatoes were a really important source of income for the farm. After my father took over, he continued growing potatoes for another 4 or 5 years, but had to stop. This labour-intensive work was too expensive and the machines too large. Now the barn is used to store tools, tractors, machinery and a piano.
 
Since the tools are kept in the barn, lots of work is carried out in front of its large doors. The conversation is mainly about the work at hand. Occasionally a car drives by and the subject changes for a moment:
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Rockanje, 1999 (bath, toilet, sink)

Late in 1999, I was shooting for my final exams at the Rietveld. Three months earlier, I'd decided that the exam series would be about my parents and brother. One morning, the four of us were going out together. As usual, I was the last one to get out of bed. When I came downstairs, the bath, toilet and sink were already occupied. In those days, my camera was always by my side. The photo was taken in a split second.
Rock-065-18<br><br>Rockanje, 1999 (bath, toilet, sink) <br><br>Late in 1999, I was shooting for my final exams at the Rietveld. Three months earlier, I'd decided that the exam series would be about my parents and brother. One morning, the four of us were going out together. As usual, I was the last one to get out of bed. When I came downstairs, the bath, toilet and sink were already occupied. In those days, my camera was always by my side. The photo was taken in a split second.
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Rockanje, 1999
Rock-007-15<br><br>Rockanje, 1999
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Rockanje 2000

haar omhoog
Rock-011-19<br><br>Rockanje 2000<br><br>haar omhoog
03-084-16

Rockanje, 2003
03-084-16<br><br>Rockanje, 2003
04-211-22

Rockanje, 2004
04-211-22<br><br>Rockanje, 2004
08-162-11

Rockanje, 2008 (barbed wire on oil barrel)

In the twelfth century, the sea still flowed freely here. Between 1300 and 1400, the sea was pushed back by hard manual labour and the Rockanje polders were drained so they could be used as farmland.

2008: My father rolls up the last of the barbed wire that surrounded the pastures. For years, the water pumps kept the polder dry. Now, due to global warming, this is no longer possible. Farmland is excavated so it can serve as water storage in times of excessive rainfall.
08-162-11<br><br>Rockanje, 2008 (barbed wire on oil barrel) <br><br>
In the twelfth century, the sea still flowed freely here. Between 1300 and 1400, the sea was pushed back by hard manual labour and the Rockanje polders were drained so they could be used as farmland. 
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2008: My father rolls up the last of the barbed wire that surrounded the pastures. For years, the water pumps kept the polder dry. Now, due to global warming, this is no longer possible. Farmland is excavated so it can serve as water storage in times of excessive rainfall.
10-097-09

Rockanje, 2010(cold storage barn piano)

In the summer of 2012, I helped a friend of mine to move his father, who had lived at the Pleinweg in Rotterdam for over 52 years. The apartment he had lived in housed, amongst other things, huge collections of books and LPs. And a piano. He couldn't take much to the retirement home. The old instrument wasn't really worth anything and would be chopped up. My brother thought that was a shame. He took a rope and block, tied the rope to his car and, slowly reversing, lowered the piano on the trailer behind his car.

The piano now stands in the cold storage barn and in the evening, after milking, my brother sometimes plays a tune on it.
10-097-09<BR><BR>Rockanje, 2010(cold storage barn piano) <BR><BR>
In the summer of 2012, I helped a friend of mine to move his father, who had lived at the Pleinweg in Rotterdam for over 52 years. The apartment he had lived in housed, amongst other things, huge collections of books and LPs. And a piano. He couldn't take much to the retirement home. The old instrument wasn't really worth anything and would be chopped up. My brother thought that was a shame. He took a rope and block, tied the rope to his car and, slowly reversing, lowered the piano on the trailer behind his car. <BR><BR>The piano now stands in the cold storage barn and in the evening, after milking, my brother sometimes plays a tune on it.
11-030-09

Rockanje, 2011
11-030-09<br><br>Rockanje, 2011
12-031-07

Rockanje, 2012
12-031-07<br><br>Rockanje, 2012
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Rockanje, 1999
Rock-99-264<br><br>Rockanje, 1999
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Rockanje, 2012 (Dinky Toy)
Dinky Toy owed her name to her small size. She belonged to the first couple of Limousin beef cattle my father bought to graze the dunes of Oostvoorne. She was born in 1987 and from the age of three, she calved each year until she was eighteen. She often gave birth to twins. When she couldn't have any more calves, she was allowed to stay anyway.

Dinky Toy had a gentle nature and my father was able to stroke her even when she was with her calves. That's quite remarkable for a Limousin, which are usually not particularly friendly. Even if she was 300 meters away in the meadows, when my father called her she would raise her head and wander over. My father would then give her a piece of cattle cake and chat to her. On 5 February 2012, Dinky Toy died at the age of 23. Her death came unexpectedly; my father had just gone to my sister's in Nepal. My brother sawed off her right horn to give to my father.
12-009-01<br><br> Rockanje, 2012 (Dinky Toy) <br>
Dinky Toy owed her name to her small size. She belonged to the first couple of Limousin beef cattle my father bought to graze the dunes of Oostvoorne. She was born in 1987 and from the age of three, she calved each year until she was eighteen. She often gave birth to twins. When she couldn't have any more calves, she was allowed to stay anyway. 
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Dinky Toy had a gentle nature and my father was able to stroke her even when she was with her calves. That's quite remarkable for a Limousin, which are usually not particularly friendly. Even if she was 300 meters away in the meadows, when my father called her she would raise her head and wander over. My father would then give her a piece of cattle cake and chat to her. On 5 February 2012, Dinky Toy died at the age of 23. Her death came unexpectedly; my father had just gone to my sister's in Nepal. My brother sawed off her right horn to give to my father.
14-087-17

Rockanje, 2014(Goofy)

The last remaining link to a time when horses worked on the farm is Goofy. His father Henkie was purchased as a stud by my grandfather in 1967. On the farm were another six Groninger mares to work the land. Before Henkie, a stud would be brought in specially. Goofy's mother Trees was purchased as a riding horse for my sister. Henkie lived until he was 28 years old and died in 1985. A few months after his death his son Goofy was born. The last few years of his life, Goofy stood in the meadow with Ciske. Ciske the horse belonged to an acquaintance, who left him in my parents' meadow. After his death, Goofy remained in the field for a couple of days, so Ciske had time to say goodbye to his friend.
14-087-17<br><br>Rockanje, 2014(Goofy) <br><br>
The last remaining link to a time when horses worked on the farm is Goofy. His father Henkie was purchased as a stud by my grandfather in 1967. On the farm were another six Groninger mares to work the land. Before Henkie, a stud would be brought in specially. Goofy's mother Trees was purchased as a riding horse for my sister. Henkie lived until he was 28 years old and died in 1985. A few months after his death his son Goofy was born. 
The last few years of his life, Goofy stood in the meadow with Ciske. Ciske the horse belonged to an acquaintance, who left him in my parents' meadow. After his death, Goofy remained in the field for a couple of days, so Ciske had time to say goodbye to his friend.
Boek:
Rockanje, 16 blz, 19 foto's, 12 teksten. Te bestellen via het contactformulier 12,50 euro (ex verzendkosten)

Book:
Rockanje, 16 pages, 19 photos, 12 texts. English translation included. Order via my contactpage 12,50 euro (ex shipping)
Boek: <BR>
Rockanje, 16 blz, 19 foto's, 12 teksten. Te bestellen via het contactformulier 12,50 euro (ex verzendkosten) 
<BR><BR>Book:<BR>
Rockanje, 16 pages, 19 photos, 12 texts. English translation included. Order via my contactpage 12,50 euro (ex shipping)
07-024-03

Rockanje, 2007
07-024-03<br><br>Rockanje, 2007