My friend Anastasia Ashman has made use of Storify to deconstruct the logo of Global Niche. Great idea, I write to her, I'm going to do the same for the cover of my book Creative Acts of Healing. I head for the shelf in my husband's music room, where I know our photo albums and boxes filled with slides to be. I've got to find the photos Milka Henriques de Castro shot, a whole series of me drinking coffee from forest green, gold rimmed cups. I photo copied and blew up one of those photos for a collage with the echoscopy of our unborn child, the only live picture we would have of our baby daughter. I can't find the album. For days I'm in distress. I wake up twice thinking about the album, I wake up seeing the cover, a graphic design in shocking pink, turquoise and yello, and vividly remember some of the pictures, images of my past.

The album was the first I would fill with photographs made with my the first camera I could call my own, a Ricoh 500 GX. I'm thinking of the photos that are lost with the album, and try to remember them. To my surprise many exist in my memory.

My friend Anita Löwenhardt at Terrace of Scheltema or de Swart in Amsterdam.

More pictures of Amsterdam street life.

 The 500-year-old Huguenots "mas" of Annie de Rot Hazard's in Les Baux, and her dogs, water reservoir on the roof, unimagined luxury behind centuries old walls of what looks like humble dwelling, the rest is hacked out into the rocks of the hill. Walls of natural rock, all windows barred, the faucets in the bathroom gilded.

 The olive seller at market in St. Remy, de Procence

Bowl with vegetables I bought at that market.

Juggler in red leggings and long sleeved tee shirt decorated with stars, and cap at market in Arles.

Man on stilts

Woman with chicken in crates.

The park.

Plaque about Van Gogh

Poster on ancient wall about the bull fights.

Picture of the arena (I visited again with Gary in 2002).

Interior of Mas at Les Baux

Streets of Les Baux

The courtyard, of Annie's L'Herbier de Province store in St. Remy, de Provence, picture perfect with the table, chairs and baskets filled with hand-milled soaps.

The mute boy in the house of Pat Pringle's mistress on Fomenter (from slide?)

The olive grove near Ingie Pringle's summer dwelling (from slide?)

Ingie and friends and children plus me in the woods, hippy chicks (from slide?)

Parasols on beach in Majorca (from slide)

Railing of (empty) cruise ship Mediterranean

Exhibitionist (no photo, just memory)

Majorca stormy weather, hotel room, sunstroke

Olav with broken leg

Spooky Tooth at Olav's home

Judith in Olav's kitchen behind stove in Guernsey sweater

Christmas at Jeannette's with children, Simone, Niels, Han + my collapsed coffee soufflé

St. Nicolas at Jeannette's with Robert van der Hoop

John Leerdam playing chess with Niel's friends

There are black and white photos of the Turkish actor and me, modeling for Marjan Schelvis at 3de Wittenburgerdwarsstraat in Amsterdam, are among the ones I cherished for different reasons.

A day goes by and I'm still thinking of the album, more images and memories surface.

The Lost Photo Album 2

◦                Mamado with soup cup

◦                Sophie at the bus stop somewhere in her leather 3/4 coat

◦                Judith in vieux rose padded winter jacket without a hood at the same bus stop.

It occurs to me that I have the same look of concentration on my face in regards to the soup pot at Olav's home, as my mother carrying that cup of soup to the dinner table.

The best photo I've ever taken may be lost with the album, it exists in my memory.