A piece of wreckage, washed up on the black beach of Vestrahorn. The black sand around the driftwood still virgin, untouched, just the ridges made by nature, and the pushed-up sand against the beam. An almost serene scene you only want to look at from a distance. How long has this piece of wood been here on the beach. How long has it been on the road, and where did the wreckage first stand, being a proud tree.
A tree uprooted by the same forces that allowed it to grow.
As we walked along the immense beach, the cloud cover slowly opened up. The sun managed to find the openings in the cloud cover, turning the golden clouds into golden decorations.
My name is Gerry van Roosmalen, photographer and author with a passion for images and stories that touch. After years in the corporate world, I followed my heart and chose photography in 2002. I completed the Fotovakschool in Apeldoorn, specialising in portrait and reportage photography.
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