Among the soft whispers of the forest, he appears almost unnoticed: the fox. His fur shines like copper in the sunlight, and his eyes, sharp and curious, follow every movement around him. Each step is careful and light, as if he glides over the moss without touching it.
There is something almost magical in his presence - a clever observer of the wilderness, always looking, always alert. His tail swishes along elegantly, a counterweight to his graceful movements. The fox seems to tell a story of freedom, dormant hunting instincts and the secrets of the forest that only a few may ever see.
Even in silence, he speaks of cunning and beauty, a symbol of the unexpected and the hidden in nature.
I am Dinand van Delft, 18 years old and born and raised in Rotterdam. When I was ten, I picked up a camera for the first time, and from then on I was sold. In the beginning, I focused my lens mainly on nature and the.. Read more…