This is what fascinates me so much when I cycle through the fog: the world is a work-in-progress, some details have already been worked out in detail but for the rest, wherever you look, the world is an unwritten page. Here or there, you may see a sketchy outline of what may come, or something half erased. A line with thin pencil or a smudge of colour.
It could still go either way, but the silence that emanates from the image is arguably at least as appealing. Would you break it?
In my first of a series of unfinished landscapes, a patch of the Grote Leij that flows through the Brabant fields between Hulten and Rijen. A pair of ducks and coots cautiously keep their distance.
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, .. Read more…