“Sometimes you don’t find the shot. The shot finds you.”
Rolling into December super strong with a shot I took a while ago. I went up Kollenberg after dusk with no idea what I’m gonna shoot. Just chasing that feeling of beeing outside, in the dark, walking around Kollenberg.
At first I thought nothing fancy to shoot but then the carved lines so perfect they looked like someone drew them.
Felt like each one leading into infinity.
So I took a shot.
Evening shot from Rijksweg Zuid. My first ever long exposure shot.
The smell of roasted pretzels, fried sausages, and beer-soaked clothes is now over.
The last firework fizzled. The crowd started to drift.
But for a few great days, Sittard felt like the center of the universe.
The grand finale of Oktoberfest in Sittard.
Fireworks lit the sky, the crowd roared, and the beer-soaked memories burned bright.
Looks like an alien ship hovering over Oktoberfest in Sittard… but it’s not. Just a long exposure doing its magic.