On a thin branch sat a crested tit. Sunlight subtly fell on its distinctive head, making each feather shine as if gently kissed by the sun. Its eyes looked around curiously, alert and lively, while for a moment it seemed to linger silently in a moment of pure tranquillity. The combination of his graceful posture and the soft light turned a simple scene into something almost magical; a small piece of nature that shone in simplicity and beauty.
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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