In the soft morning light, it glided silently across the open field. There, among the shadows, popped up a short-eared owl. Its eyes, large and shining like polished amber. I held my breath. The short-eared owl looked straight at me, not curious, not scared, but as if it wanted to share a secret that needed no words.
It was a look that lingered, longer than the flight itself. An elusive moment and I was there.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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