Jul 22, 2025
Still Life - Erkin , 2024.
Uzbekistan, 1957 -
Oil on masonite , 44 x 51 cm.
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Still Life - Erkin , 2024.
Uzbekistan, 1957 -
Oil on masonite , 44 x 51 cm.
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Het Ros Donckstraat in Appels in 2025.
Rest in peace, Peird van Appels
In Appels, a village in the Belgian municipality of Dendermonde, a large (almost 5m high) processional giant in the shape of a horse known as the "Peird van Appels" (aka "Ros Appels") was the central figure in the annual Ommegang. It was a symbol of a local pride and community spirit. Tragically it was lost in a fire on the 13th of May 2026.
The Peird van Appels accompanied by a smaller 'huppelpaardje' in the Appels Ommegang in July 2025. (Photo (C) Peird van Appels VZW)
Do you liek appels or banans more
celrelry
de beste appel? eventuele opties: elstar, pink lady, granny smith, gala, fuji, sprank, jonagold, jazz, kanzi, goudreinette, golden delicious.
de beste appel?
elstar
pink lady
granny smith
gala
fuji
sprank
jonagold
jazz
kanzi
goudreinette
golden delicious
ik hou gewoon helemaal niet van appels
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All That I Am
When I think of all that I have done in my life, the places I have seen, the people I have loved, and those who have loved me, my transgressions fall away one by one like apples fat from the tree until only my soul remains, and that, I am assured, is spoken for. By Ron Stewart
yummy apple cider