One fine morning, a sparrowhawk sat on a sturdy branch just above the forest floor. Its eyes were sharp and alert, as if it could follow every little movement among the leaves. Its plumage shone in the light of the rising sun, with hues that seemed to run from brown to gold. The bird's posture exuded strength and elegance, a perfect balance between vigilance and calm. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, and those who looked closely could almost feel the forest itself breathing in admiration of this silent sentinel.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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