These are the things I realised by channelling my thoughts through the medium of photography and by looking at the way the Dutch feel about the dikes they built.
It is, in a weird way, how I think I feel about Lisbon’s limestone pavements. They do not matter to me because they were built by my ancestors. They matter because they protect me. They protect me from the summer days by shining light back up to the buildings, deflecting the heat away and illuminating the facades that tower over me. And just like the pavements protect me in Lisbon from the heat of summer, the dikes, shield the Netherlands from the raging North Sea.
