Doesn't it almost seem as if Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf had just walked through this forest and disappeared at the edge of the picture?
It was a foggy, cold and rainy morning when I passed this dark fir forest. I was immediately captivated by the atmosphere of the moment ... fabulous and enraptured.
Photography is my language! I would like to tell about the moment when the subject, my camera and I are on the same line! Telling about what I feel with artistic photographs, sometimes clearly defined in the form of a still life, and sometimes dreamy and impressionistic.. Read more…