A morning in January, shortly after sunrise, the first minute of the golden hour. The tussock of grass (sheep grass?) is largely covered in hoarfrost after a cold night. The sun is only partially above the horizon and the first sunlight shines in an almost parallel line across the earth's surface. On the side where the first sunlight hits the blades of grass, the thaw gently sets in. Even the somewhat longer blades are already catching the sunlight. Within five minutes, the remaining ripening crystals will also disappear. Like a living work of art, the blade of grass lies at my feet. A lovely sunny winter scene.
The tussock of grass lies on the Dwingelderveld, National Park and the largest contiguous wet heathland in Western Europe.
Amateur photographer and curious hiker. Often on the road, always with a camera. I photograph what catches my attention, what makes an impression. My challenge is to capture that, together with the emotion, the commotion of that moment. With a fascination for lines, patterns, .. Read more…