Feb 11, 2023, early in the morning and the colours are still asleep. A bare tree stands out against the winter fog, slowly moving in over the farmlands, shrouding everything in silence...
Feb 11, 2023, early in the morning and the colours are still asleep. A bare tree stands out against the winter fog, slowly moving in over the farmlands, shrouding everything in silence...
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Isn't it fascinating, all that beauty lying beautiful around us, regardless of whether anyone is around to see it? With that thought, I come to my photographs; mostly cycling, I save the fleeting fragments that pass by. They are images of something bigger than me, than us, a slice of the timeless.
In fact, I go around with the impossible task of reaching for the moment as a representation of the sublime. While that is an impossible task, it does not stop me…