Autumn in a made environment. You feel the cold, fresh breeze at the plate.
A car rushes towards you.
The fog restricts the view so that after the car passes you are alone with the windmills.
You hear the swishing of the blades, woof woof woof. The rhythm of the blades stripping the wind of their energy. The blades that provide us with fresh power.
Autumn is a beautiful season with limitations that make you realise that it doesn't take much to be happy.
I have been photographing since 1975. I don't feel like an artist, but I do feel like a practical photographer where I capture the beauty I feel. I would like to share that feeling, that beauty with others.
My motto is that everything is about the art of..
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