It's the middle of summer. All you hear are the birds. Here and there a fish jumps out of the water.
In the distance you can see the windmills turning. The ground fog slumbers over the canal so it passes.
White wolves it is also called. The earth is still warming up as the sun slowly rises.
The red glow slowly changes to the warm golden yellow.
It promises to be another beautiful warm summer day.
My camera has gradually become part of my body. My own experience as a widow led me to specialise in creating tangible memories in the last phase of life and during funerals, also known as farewell photography.
In addition, nature also continues to attract me immensely to capture. From..
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