In the warm glow of evening, a scene unfolds that invites one to pause. The trees stand like dark sentinels along the edge of the landscape. Their branches, graceful and jagged, reach out to each other as if in conversation without words. Each interplay of lines seems carefully placed by the hand of nature.
Between these silhouettes are tall stems of cane plumes. Their slender forms move gently in a breeze you cannot see, but whose murmur you can almost hear. The sky is filled with deep shades of copper and gold, mixed with a hint of warm orange. This light envelops everything with a softness that lasts only a moment, a brief transition before night sets in.
There is an almost palpable calm in this moment. Birds seek their place in the grassland, the reeds whisper softly, and the air seems to breathe more slowly. The boundaries between sky and land blur, as does time losing its grip here.
Those who keep looking discover new shapes in the silhouettes all the time. A bent branch that looks like a hand gesture, a plume that catches light as if it briefly lights up. This image is more than a recording; it is an invitation to participate in the last breath of the day, in which light, colour and silence combine to form an unforgettable harmony.
Each photograph is a doorway to another world.
Maybe a world you recognise, maybe one you only discover as soon as you look at it.
Sometimes they are fragments of a memory that never really existed, sometimes a feeling you can't put into words.
In my photography, I search for..
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