Behind the avenue trees along the polder road, a streak of orange-pink light shines through the crests. It is mid-January, late afternoon and the sun has almost set. In the sky a short, bright streak of condensation - as if a comet is about to...
i once was a journalist working for dutch regional newspapers. the writing kind, not a photographer then. in the last years of my carreer in newspaperland i ended up as a freelance photojournalist en photographer, combining photography and writing. and now i am retired and my profession has.. Read more…