A field of yellow flowers stretches to where the sky meets the land. Thousands of petals catch the sunlight, colouring the yellow until it glows. Between the flowers meanders a narrow, almost invisible path - not paved, but entered by time and silence. It sometimes disappears, getting lost in the field, as if the path too prefers to merge into the peace.
The sky above it is clear blue, with clouds drifting slowly, white as feathers. The sun is high, casting its light with gentleness, making each flower light up in its own tone. The yellow moves on the wind, swaying, breathing.
There is no rush here. No crowds, no noise. Only the rhythm of light on colour, the whisper of blooming simplicity. The path invites, but not urgently - you may remain standing, watching, breathing.
This is not a landscape that calls. It is a landscape that is silent, and in it grand.
Created by Johan Cusseneers with support from AI.
Until 2019, I was an entrepreneur, with a focus on guiding people and organisations in learning and change. A period in which I worked intensively with individuals and teams, always looking for growth, insight and connection.
Photography, once a quiet fascination, grew into a second..
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