There I was, standing in pitch darkness on the banks of the Oisterwijk Diaconie-ven. I am not a morning person and my mood had not exactly improved when the light on my phone had proved insufficient to find my way through the dark forest. Wet, cold and lost because I had imagined it could make for a nice photo. There was not a single chicken in sight, and I didn't blame the right-thinking people for turning around while I was standing there with my feet in the mud and so on and so forth... All that grumbling and groaning disappeared when the first, diffuse morning light hit the surface of the water and this little island, which had been quietly waiting for me all this time, emerged between the shreds of mist.
This picture is a reminder of how much resistance a person can feel and how fulfilling it can be to ignore it. And how afterwards the coffee tastes so much better!
Isn't it fascinating, all that beauty lying beautiful around us, regardless of whether anyone is around to see it? With that thought, I come to my photographs; mostly cycling, I save the fleeting fragments that pass by. They are images of something bigger than me, .. Read more…