I sat on the back seat feeling perplexed about the lack of space, both on the freeway and the surrounding Dutch landscape. I was on my way from Roermond to a photo-shoot in the university city of Leiden. Britt ( my publisher’s personal assistant) and Lynn were bla-bla-ing in the front. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla …….. a continuous conveyer belt of words just like the thousands of cars and trucks clogging the freeway. Whoosh-whoosh-who0sh-whoosh, the traffic sounded. Babble-babble-babble, the girls in front jabbered on. This was nightmarish ( both audio and visual ) stuff after photographing in the quiet of the Karoo for six months. Then it grew dark over a landscape of factories and freeways. Well, actually, it never really darkened. Thousands of car lights and words sped around in the freeways of my mind as I peered into the chaos in search of a green field or maybe a lonely windmill.