In the gentle embrace of the morning mist, the bridge appears as a silent line between sky and water. The concrete, normally so solid and heavy, seems to float weightlessly here, carried by its perfect reflection in the smooth surface of the river. The sky is filled with warm hues that break the grey of the morning and envelop the landscape in a golden glow.
The horizon has disappeared in the veil of fog, leaving the end of the bridge lost in the unknown. Only the rhythm of the railings guides the eye further, as if whispering a silent promise of what lies beyond. In the foreground, thin branches and withered stems outline themselves, like silent witnesses of the seasons passing.
The image breathes tranquillity and arouses a sense of timelessness, as if the world has momentarily stopped. It is a moment where architecture and nature merge, blurring the line between reality and reflection.
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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