The jagged mountain peaks pierced through a swirling sea of golden mist, bathed in the soft light of dawn. As the fog rolled over the craggy rocks, a sense of mystery hung in the air. Legends spoke of ancient spirits who guarded these heights, appearing only when the mountains breathed with the morning mist. A lone climber, standing far below, gazed up in awe, feeling both humbled and enchanted by nature’s grandeur and its whispered secrets.
An engineer with passion to photography and an expat living in the Netherlands... I try to show the beauties of the Netherlands and the other countries have to offer through my camera. Being awarded 3rd place in one of the Sony's contest motivated me a lot through this passion... Read more…