At the edge of a quiet pond, a green woodpecker lands. Carefully he walks towards the water. He stoops, his long beak touches the smooth surface and with head raised he quenches his thirst. For a moment he stands still, motionless, as if listening to see if the pond whispers something back to him.
Then it stretches its body, spreads its wings and flaps vigorously upwards. In a few strokes, it has disappeared among the trees again. Only the ripples are a reminder that the pond has quenched its thirst for a moment.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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