Higher up the reed bed glides a male bittern, his wings spread wide. In his breeding plumage, the plumage shines with a deep, warm brownish sheen, as if he is carrying a piece of the marsh itself.
Below him, the reeds gently sway in the wind.
For a moment he hangs almost still, a shadow over the reeds, a whisper of the wilderness. Then he continues on course, elegant and controlled, a vivid symbol of marsh life in motion.
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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