In the early morning light, when the world is still asleep and mist lies like a secret over the land, they loom: bare walnut trees, black and silent, like sentinels of something ancient. Their branches curl up like fingers to a sky that has not yet fully revealed itself. No leaf, no bird - only outlines.
But beneath them, almost brutally alive, the turnip seed grows. The yellow is bright, almost luminous in the grey glow of the mist. It is bursting with life, with spring, with something that seems almost too exuberant for this silence.
The combination is strange. Strange, even. The trees seem asleep, or in mourning, while the yellow field jubilates. As if two seasons, two worlds meet here: spring and its shadow.
This is no ordinary morning. This is a place where light gently gropes, where spring blooms under a sky full of stories, and where beauty and chill walk hand in hand through the mist.
Specializing in landscape and travel photography, his photographic portfolio tries to convey his love of the natural world. Focusing on capturing moments of magic light and transferring this on print, his images reflects a combination of patience, perseverance and dedication to capture the images in ways that show.. Read more…