Along the dew-covered path, where the stones whisper of centuries,
the gate of Park Abbey rises like a sentinel of calm.
Fog cradles the morning in a soft veil,
and muffles every sound to a sacred silence.
The trees bow like ancient pilgrims,
their branches silently witnessing the day's awakening.
A faint glow breaks through the grey,
as if the sun hesitates to disturb this serene world.
Behind the gate lies not a destination,
but an invitation to stillness.
Each step on the path echoes in the heart,
as if the abbey itself is whispering, "Be still, and listen."
Here time disappears in mists of contemplation,
and breathing becomes prayer.
The gate is not a passage, but a boundary -
between the noise of the world and the silence of being.
Father - Photographer - Engineer - Pizza lover - Springsteen fan - Traveller
I'm Ben - self-taught landscape photographer from Belgium, in search of light and stillness since 2016.
At 45, I took a camera in my hands for the first time. A late start, perhaps, but proof..
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