In soft backlight, a male marsh harrier hovers. For a moment, his wings seem not feathers but translucent flames, every detail sharply outlined by the sun.
In his talons dangles a prey - silent evidence of the hunt that took place moments before. Yet there is nothing violent about the scene. The bird glides gracefully through the air, a silhouette of strength and grace. Below him, the reeds bend with the wind, but his gaze is focused ahead: towards the nest, towards the life that awaits.
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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