There is something about decay... a certain beauty in flowers that has passed their peak of freshness. The way they start to crumble, wither. The colors fade, the petals and leaves get a bit curled. The dry aftermath of distinct beauty shows beauty in itself.
What is the value of a trip somewhere? Is it the trip, or is it the memories of it? The trip itself typically lasts for just a few days, while the memories... well, they may last for a lifetime. If we had the possibility to implant virtual memories of a trip in our brains, would we be able to tell the difference? This image was shot a bit over a year ago, by the Playitas fitness and sports resort on Fuerteventura, at sunrise. There is a small area with interesting rock formations down by the water that served well as a foreground, and the sun had the good taste of appearing in a good spot as well. It was a truly nice sunrise. At least I think so...
The peony flowers in the garden are at their best right now.
Photography can work well as a training form: hike 10-15 km with a loaded backpack. Bonus: get occasional images from beautiful places. Here in the form of Stevns Klint, Denmark.
Rye in the wind. The fields sometimes resemble a water surface, when the wind produces some sort of wave movement in them. There are certain views where I find it hard to impossible to reproduce as photographic images, and the waves in the fields is one of them. This image is produced under such conditions, and is an attempt to catch that feeling of movement, albeit with absence of waves.
A perhaps somewhat different take on Hovs Hallar compared to what you usually see from that location. This was taken on a very grey, misty and wet spring day a couple of years back.
That bridge again. At least a part of it.
I really like the forget-me-nots that grow here at home. So tiny, but so beautiful.
Super early morning in the yellow fields. The soft light, the gentle colors. The white-tailed eagle that flew by. The reed warblers in the little pond down by the water at the other edge of the field. Grateful over my good boots, that became all dirty, wet and muddy, but kept my feet dry and warm. And for the nice company of my photo buddy (who is not on Instagram).