One Hundred and Twenty-First Collection
Lindsay with her sweet Friesian mare Xzibit during a photoshoot couple of weeks ago. Xzibit is turning older and already has some grey hairs. Despite her age she is still very bubbly and playful.
This is a photo of a woman who knows where she is going. With her feet firmly planted on the ground and her gaze fixed straight ahead on her goal, she ultimately follows the call of her heart.
This photo was taken during a photoshoot. It was a fleeting moment that I captured here. A moment when she let go of everything inside and was simply herself. Because she felt safe and seen.
It is a tightly framed, low-key studio portrait that utilizes soft, directional lighting to beautifully sculpt the subject's features and draw sharp focus to his eyes against a moody, textured backdrop.
Abel in portrait. For me, photography is about more than creating a beautiful image, itβs about capturing emotion, personality and a moment in time that deserves to be remembered forever.
This striking portrait captures a dancer poised in a moment of expressive grace. Seen from behind, her raised arms and sculpted back convey both strength and vulnerability. She wears a flowing black tulle skirt that cascades to the floor, contrasting with the warm tones of her skin and the delicate red flowers adorning her hair. The soft natural light streaming through the window highlights the contours of her muscles, emphasizing the discipline and artistry of movement. The setting β a refined interior with vintage furniture and bare branches β adds a poetic stillness, framing the dancer as a living sculpture suspended between motion and serenity.
Stoere pony Gooff bij de magische wisteria. Deze plek blijft altijd weer magisch.
Eigenaar: @linnetichelaarhorses
Instagram: @foto.en.grafie
Website: www.fotoengrafie.nl
Becoming one with nature.
I took this image in the Amsterdamse Bos, surrounded by blossoms that perfectly matched the moment.
At the edge of the Swiss Alps.
The wind moved first, then the light, then her hair.
Her eyes closed, and the portrait stopped asking for attention.
Nothing was performed. Nothing needed to be explained.
Only a brief inward turn, caught between shadow, breath and mountain air.
Some moments do not look at us.
They remain with themselves.
Model: @amoise.an