Each fall, on our way back to California, we stop in Amsterdam for two nights. It's a wonderful way to finish our time in Europe, and begin the transition to returning to the US of A. We are back to speaking english, and I am amazed how tall everyone is. In France, at five feet ten, I look like an amazon; in Amsterdam I feel almost diminutive.
I had fun looking for images of pigeons in Amsterdam to photograph. The last photos are of a homeless man feeding pigeons. He told me he did it for his karma. Enjoy
