The poetry of a stone.

The poetry of a stone.

The poetry of a stone. Stones, I like them. They have patience. They look as if they belong where they are. Just there. Stones change, by waiting. The sun and the weather change them. Superficial. Inside the stone, there is a rock-steady character. By photographing...
You look, you feel, you shoot.

You look, you feel, you shoot.

You look, you feel, you shoot. Making photos is an incredible intuitive act. As you react quickly to a situation. The things you capture happen in a blink of a second. The why and how you took the picture are thoughts that come after the action. You look, you feel,...
Time is patient

Time is patient

Time is patient It’s interesting to so how abandoned and thrown away objects embrace the natural habitat. Once they were part of the human society. The worked and fulfilled a purpose, given by man. Now they are more in a zen-like state of mind. Just being there....
The lost son coming home.

The lost son coming home.

It’s interesting to so how abandoned and thrown away objects embrace the natural habitat. Once they were part of the human society. The worked and fulfilled a purpose, given by man. Now they are more in a zen-like state of mind. Just being there. Making peace...