Between the trees adorned with colour, the waterfall flows to the next plateau. The water glistens in the soft autumn light, captured by shades of gold, bronze and copper that warm the surrounding forest at dawn.
As leaves find their way to the earth, some are carried away by the stream, dancing in the foam as if part of nature's rhythm.
The air is cool and fresh, permeated with the scent of wet moss and fallen leaves. The sound of the falling water drowns out every other sound, yet it does not feel loud; rather like an eternal melody that completes the silence of the forest.
In autumn, the waterfall takes on a different guise. Not only powerful and unstoppable, but also soft and poetic, carried by the warm glow of the season.
Here, where water and leaves meet, time seems to stand still for a moment. The moment becomes a reminder: that beauty often lies in impermanence, and that even the most fleeting detail - a fluttering leaf in the water - can tell a story.
I have been photographing for years out of passion and love for nature. I am also a farewell photographer (www.gedenkfotos.nl).. Read more…