The White Rose
In a deserted field stood one white rose, radiant and pure. No one knew how she got there, but those who saw her felt peace for a moment.
Once an old lady knelt down by her and asked:
"Why are you standing here alone?"
The rose rustled softly in the wind, as if to say:
"To show that true beauty is silent."
She has bloomed every year since, a sign of hope for those who dare to look.
My name is Coen van Eijken, 27 years old and recently the proud father of Mateo. I have had a passion for photography since I was 12 years old. Previously, I only used my photos for private use, but now I would like to share them with.. Read more…