Two fallow deer bucks - one light, one dark - stand still in the dune landscape, their antlers forward, their bodies tense. The fight is on, but this is the moment between blows: a breath of nature, charged with power and anticipation. This photograph captures the intensity of the rut, the contrast between calm and explosion, between light and dark. Too bad the sound of the antlers touching cannot be heard. But you can think of those to go with it.
Ik praat niet zo graag over mezelf. Mijn honden en ik zwerven graag buiten rond. En ik leg graag mooie dingen vast die ik zie... Read more…