Fine Art Photography
reconnect with nature
The storm causes the snow to swirl above the frozen land, and the mountains in front of me disappear in a total whiteout. There is a certain peace in such a roaring blizzard.
At first glance, it seems desolated, only a few birds in the treetops, but after patiently waiting under the old oak, they suddenly reveal themselves – the creatures who live here in this world of trees.
The beauty of solitude is when my mind starts to let go of the everyday tasks and surrenders itself to the present moment. I then feel the silence and start to see everything in a new perspective.
The storm causes the snow to swirl above the frozen land, and the mountains in front of me disappear in a total whiteout. There is a certain peace in such a roaring blizzard.
At first glance, it seems desolated, only a few birds in the treetops, but after patiently waiting under the old oak, they suddenly reveal themselves – the creatures who live here in this world of trees.
The beauty of solitude is when my mind starts to let go of the everyday tasks and surrenders itself to the present moment. I then feel the silence and start to see everything in a new perspective.