Here, up close, the sea reveals its most intimate face. No horizon, no ships, no birds. Only the dance of foam and water, caught in an endless movement. The bubbles seem to breathe for a moment, like a chest filling and deflating again.
Each bubble catches the light in its own way, like tiny mirrors that briefly hold the world before disappearing. There is something hypnotic in the rhythm: the coming and going, the breaking and dissolving, the disappearing and reappearing. It is the incessant cycle of water, which existed long before we looked at it, and will continue as long as the moon leads the tide.
In this texture of waves and foam, you feel the strength and fragility at the same time. The sea can caress gently and hit hard, it can cherish and swallow. But in this moment, she is pure presence, without threat, without haste.
This is the breath of the ocean. A reminder that even the largest, mightiest body of water is made up of countless small moments, together forming an endless story.
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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Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany