On this final wet and windy day of 2022 I remember the summer we spent in Tuscany in 2003. It was harvest time. The landscape between Florence and Siena showed its DNA. What a light, what a collection of gold, orange and yellow.
The frosty grass shows itself in winter time in the wetlands as a collection of sticky beacons of survival. Icy sculptures on a very cold morning.
Catch the wind
To catch the wind is an art in itself. This dune is formed by the exquisite properties of the beachgrass to survive in high dynamics and bind the grains of sand. In the background the city of Vlissingen, the city of one of my forefathers.
White cliffs of Eastbourne
The white cliffs West of Eastbourne form this quiet landscape with the grey palette of pebbles with the roaring Atlantic Ocean in the background. This seascape feels as home.