The sun slowly sinks behind the hills, spreading its last warmth over the land. Golden light glides across the undulating fields, where shadow and shine alternate like breaths of the earth. The hills seem to undulate, soft and slow, as if the landscape itself is lapsing into a peaceful dream.
On the ridge, surrounded by slender cypress trees, stands a farmhouse that silently watches the day disappear. The sky is dull and soft at the same time - the light does not break, it slowly extinguishes, with the wistfulness of something that wants to stay a while longer.
Here, between light and land, the world breathes in its own rhythm. It is the hour of rest - when the day tends to silence, and everything is shrouded in gold.
Welcome to my shop, as you may have already seen, there are many works from Italy. I like to photograph there.
Also read my interview here at work on the wall of a while ago: https://www.werkaandemuur.nl/blog/de-mens-achter-het-werk-teun-ruijters/
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