Mount Etna in the background, a huge crater in the foreground. I intentionally overexposed this frame when shooting to bring out the beautiful colors of this scene. Catania, Sicily, Italy 🇮🇹
Gear:
• Fed-5 (Kharkiv FED, ~1977)
• Industar-61L/D 55 mm f/2.8 (Kharkiv FED, 1986)
• Kodak Professional Portra 400/36
It is one of those places of profound stillness and calm where you stand at the edge and hear the wind through the trees: sometimes it keens and moans, other times it murmurs, sibilantly, in a whisper.
But it is a place of peace, where the "news" and the noise of the day have no power.
One of my favorites is the soft crooning, almost a lullaby, of spring in the mountains, when the water in the stream murmurs over the rocks. It is gentle, and calm, like a mother rocking her infant to sleep.
Amidst the enchanting misty morning in the Florida Everglades, a solitary road meandered into the soft loy lieing fog, bathed in the golden sunlight, as life on the wetland unfolded, painting the scene in the colors of dawn.
When you find yourself next to a lake that is so tranquil and still that the mountains are reflected in it, then you are in a place where you, yourself can be reflective. Deep, concentrated thought is so much easier when the surroundings are quiet.
The stream flows gently, quietly, peacefully down through the meadow. It is slow not because it tortuously winds through its landscape, but because it simply doesn't choose to hurry. There's simply too much to see, and that takes time.
Sometimes I'll sit by a waterfall and just watch the water cascade down, minute after minute, in what seems to be an endless flow. How, I marvel, can rivers flow, and flow, and flow, and not run out? Water is one of the world's greatest treasures.