Weatherbeaten, the old pine holds its own on the vast heathland. The chilly mist lifts from the morning ground as the first rays of the sun appear above the horizon. Ice crystals cling to the long grass, rough heather bushes and even my tripod turns white from icing: it is cold, but breathtakingly beautiful. The fresh purity of nature and the mystical atmosphere of the morning mist.
Visual artist- Photographer. After the art academy in Den Bosch, the Photovakschool Apeldoorn and an image editing course at the Competence Factory in Utrecht, I specialised in landscape photography... Read more…