One early morning in the Nieuwe Dordtse Biesbosch, I heard this moustache from afar with its rasping sound. The name is well-chosen, it sounds like a small whirring motor. Often found high up in the reeds where, turning its head, it spreads its sound over a long distance. The rising sun is beautifully caught on its chest.
I bought my first camera when I was 10 years old, from saved coins. Along the way I improved my gear, but lost interest paragraph the way. With the coming of good quality cameras on mobile phones is restarted my hobby. Nowadays I am in nature as much.. Read more…
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Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands