On a morning when the sun rises lazily,
Stands a tree, sole guardian on an island of tenderness.
Surrounded by the gentle waters of a melodious river,
It stretches skyward, majestic and silent.
The morning mist wraps around its roots,
like a light scarf, woven with mystery and destiny.
The first rays filter through its dancing leaves,
Drawing fleeting shadows on the water, dazzling.
It's a spectacle of tranquillity, a living tableau,
Where nature speaks softly, and time is suspended, floating.
The tree, in its solitude, is a poem without words,
A hymn to the unchanging beauty of mornings by the water's edge.
Grégoire has been practising photography for over 20 years. Introduced to photography by his father, he has learnt to capture the light at the most beautiful moments of the day. Attentive to the slightest change in the weather, he knows that THE photo can only be taken at.. Read more…
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany