Deep in the reeds, a water rail has been hiding for hours. Only the rustling stalks betray its presence.
Slowly he moves, almost imperceptibly, his eyes alert. He waits for the right moment, that one moment when it is safe to emerge. His feathers are dark, glossy, a subtle glow in the soft morning light.
Then, suddenly, he steps out of the reeds. His paws touch the surface of the water gently, the ripples swirling away like tiny echoes. For a moment he stands there, unmoving, like a small enigma in the water.
Then he disappears again among the stems. The water is still again, the moment over, but the image of his mysterious appearance lingers like a secret shared for only a moment.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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