In the stillness of dawn, as the first shades of morning gently colour the sky, the mill stands in an almost enchanted calm. The sails are silent, as if awaiting the first breeze that will set them in motion again. Mist hangs low over the land, veils of fog giving the landscape a dreamy glow. The sun casts its first, warm light on the weathered stones and wooden beams, which have stood the test of time for generations. The gentle splashing of a nearby stream is the only sound that breaks the silence, like a subtle melody accompanying the mill in its lonely but proud presence.
The mill seems to merge into the landscape, as if it has always stood here, rooted in the earth, as life unwinds in its own rhythm. In this serene moment, when the world is still hovering between night and day, the mill exudes a calm determination. Here, in the quiet dawn, it is more than an edifice of wood and stone; it is a sentinel of the past, a beacon of calm, a silent witness to timeless beauty.
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…