In the hushed winter landscape, where every colour seems muted by a veil of white, the goldfinch appears as a vivid brush stroke. His red mask, yellow wing edges and soft browns contrast wonderfully with the pale surroundings. He sits on a snow-topped thistle, carefully searching for the last seed that winter has not yet hidden.
There is a certain elegance in his presence, no hurry, no fleetingness. Only the rhythm of his search, like a whispered prayer to the earth. The thistles bend slightly under the snow, as if expecting his arrival, offering their harvest with silent devotion.
This is not a moment of spectacle, but of harmony. An encounter between bird and landscape, in which the small becomes big. The goldfinch reminds us that even in the chilly silence of winter, nature does not lose its colours, they only become rarer, and therefore all the more precious.
My name is Tim Leusink and I am a hobby photographer focusing mainly on nature in the broadest sense of the word. When I smell the outdoors, and go out with my camera l, I forget everything around me and am totally in the moment... Read more…