A shot from my morning walk in Munstergeleen overlooking Geleenbeek.
One second, everything was gray and lifeless. The next, it looked like a scene ripped straight out of a film.
Beautiful!
#84 I cycled 100km to Monschau
A while back, I cycled 100km to Monschau.
Minimal gear. Just the essentials strapped to my bike. I knew where I was gonna sleep. No tent, just a tarp, a half-sized mattress and a bivy bag.
Nothing fancy.
The forecast said rain.
I couldn’t care less.
Sometimes you just need to go.
I arrived in the dark. Set up my tarp and crawled into my bag. I had few beers with me so I cracked them open. Sat against the rail and enjoyed the evening.
Eventually, I passed out.
When I woke, rain was pouring in sideways. The bivy was soaked. Cold biting through the bag.
And you know what?
It was perfect.
Because it reminded me of something most people forget…
You don’t need everything to go right for things to mean something.
You just need to go.
See, life throws storms your way. Sometimes it’s weather, sometimes it’s work, and sometimes it’s your thoughts whispering…
“Why even bother?”
But that’s the thing…
You go anyway.
You push through the cold, the doubt… because there’s always a moment on the other side when the clouds break, and you realize you made it.
Might sound cheesy but it’s true.
And all you need is the guts to keep moving.
Little wins make you alive.
Keep going.
#83 Tiny Feet, Big Dreams
He once told me,
“I want to take pictures just like you.”
And I swear, those words hit harder than anything I’ve ever heard. Because in that moment, I realized something few people ever do…
Kids don’t follow advice.
They follow example.
They copy your moves, your tone, your fire. They watch you closer than you think. They become the echo of your actions.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be like my father.
He wasn’t famous. He wasn’t rich. But he was skilled.
Once, he built a mechanical printer from scratch. A metal arm that held a pen and drew whatever the computer told it to. To me, that was wizardry. To him, it was just another Tuesday project.
Later in life, I watched him build a house. Nail after nail. Beam after beam.
That house still stands.
He doesn’t.
He’s gone now.
But sometimes, he shows up in my dreams… not saying much, just there.
Now, I see my son watching me the way I once watched him.
Those eyes that see everything.
He sees me behind the lens, chasing light.
He sees me designing, building, creating… turning ideas into something real.
And I see him absorbing it… mirroring my steps without even knowing it.
And it hits me… this is the circle.
The same spark, passed down like fire from one torch to the next.
That’s legacy.
Not money. Not property. Not some name etched in stone.
A father’s strength reborn in his son’s curiosity.
A spirit that refuses to fade.
I’m yet to watch my boy aim the camera and squint into the light…
But it will come.
I know it.
Time will tell.
#82 Horses at sunrise
Cold.
Quiet.
You could feel the stillness in the air.
A majestic atmosphere.
The whole scene backlit by golden light.
No deadlines.
No noise.
A bunch of horses around.
Me?
I was right there.
Free.
Watching the light.
Watching those horses move, thinking how peaceful their lives must be.
That’s the shot.
That’s the story.
Because sometimes, the world rushes by…
#81 Silhouette Of St. Peter’s Church
My favorite silhouette of St. Peter’s Church in Sittard.
No doubt about it.
The sky was on fire… the sun slicing through. The reds were so vivid I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
You could see every shade of gold. Nature put on a real show that day, and I’m damn glad I captured it.
Oh, and the spot where I stood to take this shot? Gone. Erased. Demolished.
That’s what makes it hit harder for me.
It’s a moment that existed once… and now it’s burned into memory.
#80 One Second Forever
A train tears through the fog like a beast set loose from hell. Steel screaming. Air splitting… and above it all… a single bird, cool as ice, perched on the wire. Didn’t even twitch. Just watched while chaos thundered beneath it.
That’s the shot.
My favorite!
Glad I pressed the shutter on time.
#79 Rijksweg Zuid – Long Exposure
Evening shot from Rijksweg Zuid. My first ever long exposure shot.
#78 Cold Air, Warm Light
I can feel winter knocking.
Not here yet, but close enough to smell it in the air. The mornings are colder. The fog rolls in heavier. And when the sun finally breaks through… it hits the landscape like fire through smoke.
I took this shot a while ago… but every time I look at it, I can still feel that glow.
That silence. That peace. Man, I loved being out there.
#77 Lightroom Presets With Some Industrial Undertones
A few days ago, I was playing around with some Lightroom presets and came up with this dark, desaturated, industrial, orange look I really liked.
You know that moment when you look at a photo and think,
“Damn… this looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie”?
That’s exactly what I was chasing.
I’ve been experimenting with gritty, cinematic tones for a while, but nothing ever clicked until now.
This one’s got that eerie, Halloween kind of vibe.
It’s dark. It’s moody. It feels cinematic.
And if you apply it to your photos, I can almost guarantee… they’ll hit different.
Wanna give it a shot?
Hit me up, and I’ll send it to you.
#76 Early Morning Coffee Hike
This shot already tells half the story with that glow of the burner.
But let me take you behind it.
It was my first time hiking through the forest in the dark.
I wanted to go early… way before the world is awake. After a week of grinding, noise, and deadlines chewing at my brain, silence is the best therapy there is.
But hiking through those woods before dawn?
Man, it’s no joke.
I swear someone was watching me from behind the trees. My flashlight feelt too weak, and every rustle sounded like some animal was about to eat me.
Still… wouldn’t change a thing.
Need it to get out.
I made myself a cup of coffee and sat there in silence. Could have sat there all day. But time was moving way to fast.
I packed up, hit the trail, and finished the loop… about 7 km of early morning magic.
Took some great shots along the way.
#75 Seven shots. One scene. A minute from home…
Found this old sequence of seven shots sitting on my hard drive. Stitched them together… and damn, it hit me again. This was autumn full of crazy deep reds.
We shot this about a minute from home. I told my girlfriend to stand in the shot with her mountain bike… just to show how massive this scene really was.
It’s wild how you can pass the same spot a hundred times and never really appreciate it until one day, you do… and it knocks the wind out of you.
#74 Late Autumn Sittard
I took this shot while mountain biking along the stream years ago. Autumn was showing off. The air smelled like wet leaves, the ground was a muddy mess, and every corner looked like a potential for a snapping a quick shot.
Cold morning day but perfect.
#73 At The Wash Station – Karvina, Czech Republic
Snapped this while my friend was washing his car at a self-service wash in Karviná, Czech Republic…
#72 Milky Way From A Czech Campround
I took this shot in Beskydy Mountains in the Czech Republic. Was trying to capture the Milky Way but the light polution, even in the mountains, is too strong.
#71 Golden Leaves
It’s pure magic!
It doesn’t stay like this for long. Perhaps another 2-3 weeks. So if you can, get outside.
Mornings are the best…
Let’s go!
Let the sunshine slap you awake.