On an early, misty December morning, in a world that seems only half-finished, against the rolling backdrop of the golf course, a fine filigree of bare branches emerges. Only a bit further on, the trees already disappear into a soft white. The silence is perfect...
Isn't it fascinating, all this beauty out there being…
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Isn't it fascinating, all that beauty lying beautiful around us, regardless of whether anyone is around to see it? With that thought, I come to my photographs; mostly cycling, I save the fleeting fragments that pass by. They are images of something bigger than me, than us, a slice of the timeless.
In fact, I go around with the impossible task of reaching for the moment as a representation of the sublime. While that is an impossible task, it does not stop me…
