Frits Weeda, fotograaf zonder camera

`It's not right', is the chorus catchword of the misanthropic song that Frits Weeda repeatedly starts and just as quickly breaks off. Until he gets to a verse that gives an example of something that is right. But then he concludes that the song has to be done all over. Although he has not photographed for almost forty years, Weeda still looks at the world with the eye of a photographer. After a serious nervous breakdown, he burnt all his boats in 1965. He quit photography, left his family and left for Western Germany. Due to alleged sympathies with subversive elements, he was forced to return to Holland. The enormous collection of pictures he took in a few productive years often deal with the loss of beauty as a result of progress. With retroactive effect, they cast a shadow forward to the crisis Weeda landed in. Since then, photography is taboo. 'Too many films start turning when he picks up a camera', his son observes.