Between fading light and turbulent water, the lonely boat waits - not for the journey
not for the journey, nor for the return,
but for the silence that only the evening gives.
The sky floats in long, painted strokes,
and time itself slows down,
anchored in the quiet poetry of the lake.
I am a passionate amateur photographer.
Motto: "Photography is a frozen moment and by the time it turns into a condensate of memories."..
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