A thin branch emerges from the still water, like the last guardian of an ancient silence. The haze blurs the horizon into soft, luminous tones, dissolving the boundaries between the sky and its reflection. Every detail seems suspended in time.
The absolute stillness of the water, the fragility of the now-dried leaves, and the light that caresses the scene with an ethereal gradation.
An image that invites tranquillity, contemplation, and the poetry of small things.
The story behind this photograph is simple: it always starts with favourable weather for landscape photography and information about what we will find; in this case, a beach after a strong storm. However, you do not always find what you expect.
This branch saved the photo shoot.
