"Here there are still ponds of yesteryear and you'll come across aurochs, but most of the birds have already left: fleeing the cutting cold to southern countries.
And through the forest that looks white with hoarfrost, a gust of wind whistles its way. An occasional branch breaks and some snow rustles down; then it's quiet again. The mossy, green-smeared path winds its way between Ven and Forest, where a meagre winter sun shines pale, through the white-ripened branches, towards me. Gorgeous, blindingly white, I squeeze my eyes shut. Under a bleak gust of wind, I arch my back, take another photo and leave this beautiful nature untouched, desolate and in white silence behind me again.
Visual artist- Photographer. After the art academy in Den Bosch, the Photovakschool Apeldoorn and an image editing course at the Competence Factory in Utrecht, I specialised in landscape photography... Read more…