a farmer does his best to dry the nearly golden flax in his field at harvest time in long unison rows, before it is removed tied together. In some places the flax lies out of rhythm, probably blown away by a gust of wind. Or because it just felt like lying cross-legged for a change. So there is also a bit of symbolism hidden in the photo.
As an avid hiker and lover of nature, I can often be found - with camera - in the beautiful river area of Lek, Merwede, Maas and the Hollandsch Diep in all seasons. Nature along these rivers is increasingly getting space to develop spontaneously and ruggedly in.. Read more…