“Every time you skip a session, you’re delaying your growth. Showing up, even imperfectly, is better than not at all.”
#65 Autumn At Full Swing
Took this one years ago while mountain biking around Kollenberg. On the way home I spotted this magnificent tree. The light was perfect.
Took few shots and BOOM!
A shot that stays in my mind whenever the autumn is in full swing.
#62 Church In Nieuwstadt At Sunrise
7:13 a.m. — Love shooting at this hour, just before the sun comes up. It’s peaceful, it’s beautiful out there!
#61 Sint Rosa Chapel Autumn
Thousands of shots. But this one… this one stuck.
Something about the colors. The quiet. The air…
It’s not perfect — but it’s real!
Funny thing is, I almost left my camera at home that day. Went for a short Sunday walk… and this happened.
Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to it.
Because the photos you love most aren’t the prettiest…
they’re the ones that make you feel something.
#60 The Ride That Stopped Me in My Tracks
Fog. Silence. Light. Nothing else needed!
Sometimes the world looks so perfect it feels staged.
But it’s not.
It’s just nature doing what it does when you decide to show up early enough.
#59 Watersley Sittard At Autumn
I rode past Watersley that morning and the colors stopped me cold. The trees were on fire, the air crisp… one of those moments you know won’t last long.
The view was too big for one frame, so I shot it in pieces… five, maybe six. Then I stitched it all together in Lightroom, brought out that deep, golden tone, and let the photo breathe.
Sometimes you don’t plan the shot… it just happens.
#58 Bird Watcher, Kollenberg Sittard
A photograph of a bird watcher who came to Kollenberg in Sittard to watch the sunrise… Just like me, he was there to take in that magnificent morning light.
#57 Five Days, One Perfect Sunset
We got lucky that week in Port Zélande…
Five straight days of clear skies.
On the second evening, we walked down to the beach. The air was still, the sky turning gold. We didn’t say much — just watched the light reflect over the water.
Moments like that stick with you — not because they’re loud, but because they remind you how damn good it feels to just be there.
#56 Yoga Pose In Port Zélande
Most people sleep through the best part of the day.
That quiet moment before the world wakes up… when the air bites a little, and the sun slowly starts painting everything gold.
We got up before dawn. Walked down to the beach in Port Zélande. No crowds. No noise.
Just the sound of water. I asked her to pose for me. She balanced perfectly against the sunrise.
There’s something special about mornings like this. They remind you that life doesn’t need more things… just more moments that make you feel alive.
The Creapiest Poster I’ve Ever Designed
You ever stare at your work so long it starts staring back?
It’s late. The kind of late where the air feels heavy. Outside is dark. The house is quiet.
You tell yourself it’s just the house settling… but deep down, you know something weird is going on.
You step into the kitchen to grab something to drink, and suddenly you hear sounds that weren’t there before.
A floorboard creaks.
Then something moves in the corner of your eye, and you feel like you’re being watched.
That’s exactly how it felt when I was working on this movie poster.
I don’t know what it was… the shadows on the screen, the silence, or the way the design started to look… alive.
At one point, I swear I heard whispering.
I must’ve been tired. My mind was playing tricks on me.
And never in all my years as a designer have I wanted to be done with a project faster.
But anyway…
Happy Halloween.
#55 Autumn on Kollenberg, Sittard.
Snapped this at sunrise on Kollenberg in Sittard.
While most people were hitting snooze, the sky decided to show off. Glad I didn’t miss the show.
#54 Silhouette Of Hunters Hut Kollenberg Sittard
I found this old hunter’s hut by accident.
Just sitting there below Kollenberg… like it had a story to tell.
The light wasn’t right that day, but I could feel it — if I came back early enough, the sunrise would set it on fire.
So I did.
Next morning, I was there before the birds. The air was cold. I sat there, waiting.
And when the sun finally broke through… the whole scene lit up like someone had poured gasoline on the horizon and started the fire.