In the fleeting silence of a faded sea of tulips,
lies the beauty of impermanence, like a memory withering away.
The delicate flowers, once proud and vibrant, have lost their splendour,
their colours fading, their shapes warping,
entangled by the roots that once carried them.
What was once a blooming feast is now a silent breath of time,
the petals fallen like soft whispers of the past.
The scent of life has retreated into the earth,
where it slowly dissolves back into the darkness of the sphere.
In this wilting lies a deeper beauty,
where every fading hue, every twisted stem,
reflects the irrevocable cycle of existence.
It is the beauty of ending,
a dance of time, the moment when everything returns to its origins.
My name is Gerry van Roosmalen, photographer and author with a passion for images and stories that touch. After years in the corporate world, I followed my heart and chose photography in 2002. I completed the Fotovakschool in Apeldoorn, specialising in portrait and reportage photography.
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