The rose is without ‘why’; it blooms simply because it blooms.
It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.*Angelus Silesius
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nature photography
Same place, different moments, and different lights. If before it was night embracing everything with its silence, now everything is waking up as to a new life.
Light is slowly dying away, and silence is taking over. Only the wind continues to blow lightly, in a delicate game of sounds and choreographies with the surrounding vegetation. A few instants before the darkness of night, I am enchanted by this little corner of Camargue and the beauty of the simplest things.