Dawn has just dawned and the world is bathed in a soft, warm glow. The sky, a canvas of pastel shades, transitions from deep purple at the top to soft orange on the horizon, where the early sun has begun its rise. Beneath this spectacle of colour, a lone tree stands majestically in the middle of a field, its sturdy branches reaching outwards as if to embrace the light of the new day. The tree's leaves are tinged by the sunlight, forming golden silhouettes against the brightening sky.
The field itself is a sea of calm. Mist, ethereal like a dream, rolls over the ground and embraces the earth in a soft, undulating embrace. It softens every detail of the landscape and blurs the edges of the world into a serene haze. The grasses and bushes are covered in the dew of the night and now glisten like a myriad of tiny gems scattered at the base of the tree. The air is still and the world is silent, apart from the distant chorus of waking birds, their songs heralding the morning.
This is a moment of silence and beauty, a brief pause between the darkness of night and the bustle of day, a time when nature itself seems to be holding its breath. There is a sense of anticipation, waiting for the sun to rise higher, lifting the veil of mist and revealing the full splendour of the world by daylight. But for now, the earth is content to rest in this quiet splendour, basking in the first, tender light of dawn.
Pieter Struiksma, born in 1967 and based in Wormer, is an avid photographer with a wide range of expertise. His self-taught approach has given him a deep understanding of photography, where he finds it a challenge to create eye-catching images in difficult situations. Pieter has developed into.. Read more…