Deep in the forest, hidden among its giants, stands an old oak tree that has stood the test of time. Its bark is rough, full of deep grooves and sinuous patterns, like the wrinkles of a wise old soul.
At the heart of the tree, where the bark is weathered and split, lies a world unto itself. Moss and fungi dance in tiny, shimmering patches of green and blue, like stars in a dark sky. It is a place where insects find their home, where the wind leaves whispered stories, and where nature has created its own art.
If you look long enough, you will see more than just wood and bark. This is not just any tree-this is a living archive of the seasons, a silent guardian of the forest, a place where time and nature come together in a magical play of texture and colour.
My name is Joran Hof is a budding wildlife and nature photographer with a passion for capturing the beauty of the natural world. Since childhood, I have been fascinated by the diversity of flora and fauna. With my camera in hand, I love to trek into nature, .. Read more…