I’m starting to think bad weather makes some of the best photographs.
Stadspark was soaked that morning. Water everywhere, mist hanging between the trees and reflections in places where there normally aren’t any.
I’ve walked through this park countless times, but for a few minutes it felt like somewhere completely different.
That’s one of the things I love about going on these morning adventures with my camera.
You never really know what you’re coming home with.
Sometimes it’s nothing spectacular. Sometimes it’s a photograph that makes me stop and think.
And sometimes it’s a total surprise.
I love surprises like that.