On an early morning in Bruges, a light mist hangs over the city. The streets are quiet, the sounds muffled. In the middle of the Market Square, the Belfry slowly rises out of the mist. The tower is partly hidden, as if hiding for a while before the new day.
The stones of the façade appear softer in the diffuse light, the sharp lines fading slightly in the humid air. The tower's spire almost disappears in the mist, making the top barely visible. Yet the silhouette remains powerful and recognisable, a familiar beacon in the heart of the city.
Along the cobblestones, a single passer-by walks, a warm coat pulled close to the body. A few pigeons scurry around, their wings flapping lightly in the silence. The cafes around the square are still closed, chairs piled up, windows fogged up inside.
The whole place feels peaceful, as if Bruges is still asleep for a while. The fog dampens light and sound, but enhances the atmosphere of calm and history. The Belfry stands there as always: imperturbable, impressive and witness to quiet mornings like this for centuries.
By profession, I am co-owner of a creative agency called Tocomfy. We work for several SME (and international) companies. You could therefore say that I have made my hobby my job.
In my spare time, I like to go out and take pictures of interesting things I come across...
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