Among the grain in a field, many poppies are blooming. Early on a sunny morning, a morning mist still hangs over the field. This gives the field and the dark forest behind it a mysterious haze. The bright red poppies rise above it and catch the sun.
I used to say: if I can't dance anymore I'm going to paint, that's photography, painting with light... Read more…
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany