I love water, i love the sea. I usually go there to feel it's magical energy. Whether a calm creek or thundering waves, it is a great power i am very much attracted to. I try to experience this energy as often as i can. It's a 15 minutes drive from my parents house to the coast. The Maas combined with the city breeze of Rotterdam always brings a spark in my heart.
I grew up in the Netherlands, probably one of the flattest countries in the world. I am amazed by the sight of mountains, when surrounded by them or on top of them. Being part of that mountain, feeling it's greatness grow inside me too, at the same time realising how small i am. New Zealand, Iran, the Alpes, Norway, I have to travel to experience that.
Two weeks ago Esther took me to a genuine ancient forest, one of the few not planted or touched by man. I never realised we had those in the Netherlands. I kept looking for little gnomes to pop up, but i think i was the only there. It was a real mystical forest and a magical moment for me.
Far from home, or just around the corner. Where is your magical place?
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My magical place is Switserland. I think I might have been a mountain goat in a previous life, because the mountains cannot be high enough. I especially love Wallis with its Saastal: a magical place indeed. We once took a lift to 3000 metres and there was nobody else there but the people who operated the lift, there was a fog and we just walked around for a bit, taking in the moist air, the cold and the silence and then I heard tiny bells ringing in the distance and higher up in the mountains we could see a whole herd of sheep descending the mountain, in a row, no sheep herder around, they were on their own. I tried to capture this moment with my camera, but it was one of those moments that cannot be captured, but that we will always remember.
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