High on the mountain, where the mist slowly creeps down the slopes in the morning, the castle towers above the forests. Autumn has adorned the landscape in warm hues of amber, bronze and gold, as if nature itself has rolled out a royal robe at the feet of the ancient edifice.
The walls, weathered by centuries of wind and rain, carry the stories of times gone by, while the towers proudly guard the horizon. All around, leaves swirl down, like silent messengers of the seasons that come and go. When the sun breaks through, the stone colours warmly, and it seems as if the castle comes back to life for a moment.
This is where history and nature meet. The silence of the woods embraces the rugged stones, and autumn gives it an almost fairy-tale glow.
The castle on the mountain stands not only for power and memory, but also for transience - a timeless monument that, like the trees around it, bears the changing of the seasons with dignity.
I have been photographing for years out of passion and love for nature. I am also a farewell photographer (www.gedenkfotos.nl).. Read more…