A tree standing in the flooded floodplain of a river on a misty winter morning. The fog is so thick that the water and the bank across the river are almost invisible. Everything is shrouded in a mysterious haze of white vapour. The tree stands there alone, like a lonely and stoic figure in the water. Its branches are bare and outstretched, seeming to reach for the sky. A group of ducks swims around the base of the tree where there is normally grassland, and the sky is light grey with a dreamy look. The water around the tree is still and smooth, without any movement or ripple. The whole scene seems hushed and deserted, as if there is no one else in the world except this tree and the ducks. The picture evokes a sense of calm and peace, but also a certain melancholy. The dreamy atmosphere and loneliness of the tree have something sad, but at the same time something beautiful. It is a beautiful image of nature in its raw and pristine state, showing us how quiet and still the world can be in the early morning
I started photographing when it was still a craft that gave you brown fingers as if you were a chain smoker and I did that smoking too. Meanwhile I don't smoke anymore and also from your keyboard you don't get brown fingers anymore, but I still do photography with.. Read more…