The Light of Urk
Evening was slowly falling over the old fishing village. The sky turned shades of pink and purple, an enchanting spectacle that hugged the horizon. On top of the dyke, lampposts glimmered like stars pointing the way, while silhouettes of walkers could be seen in the distance.
In the middle of this scene stood the pride of Urk: the lighthouse, for centuries a beacon of hope and safety for sailors returning home. Its light turned stately, a faithful guardian of the sea.
At the foot of the embankment stood an old fisherman, his gaze fixed on the waves crashing against the cobbles. He thought of the generations before him, men who lived their lives at sea with courage and honour. Many came home, some did not. But always there was the light - the unwavering guide in storm and silence.
On the embankment, a young couple laughed, their hands intertwined, dreaming of the future. Children ran laughing along the path, their voices mingling with the whisper of the wind.
Urk breathed history, but also life. The light of the lighthouse shone not only for the fishermen, but also for those seeking their way in life.
And so it continued to shine, night after night, as a symbol of home, of stories that endure.
My name is Jan Willem Oldenbeuving, living in Zwartsluis. I have been photographing seriously since 2019 and will graduate from the Dutch Academy for Image Creation in January 2023. I mainly photograph Landscapes and urban architecture. Besides free work in nature and city work, I.. Read more…