At an old abandoned farmhouse, I was captivated by the beauty of decay where the paint let loose.
White is not a color. White holds no heat. White reflects. White gives.
Most photographers have a clear interest in certain subjects and are specialized in them. I prefer to leave it open...My gaze is always shifting towards a new horizon. Different starting points and challenges make my love for photography inexhaustible. Yet I am fond of 2 things: emptiness and silence... Read more…