A walk in the woods, where the sunlight peeks through the trees and the air is crisped with the scent of nature. That ancient bridge, old and sturdy, standed tall and proud, its weathered stones a testament to the passage of time.
Meanwhile, the water flew gently below, gurgling and bubbling over the mossy rocks that line the banks, surrounded by lush ferns.
Back to the woods, to the fairy tales, to the roots...to one of the places where I began playing with my first camera.
It's incredible how I always find new perspectives and compositions in this place.
It doesn't matter how many times I visit this place, it always surprises and inspires me!
