Amir 2000.nl Photography 🇮🇱

In #Larnaca, one meets the lens head on, one stretches along a concrete ledge, one folds into the paving, and one walks on beside the trees.

At the #SaltLake in #Larnaca, a #lark balances on the highest dried seed head, its brown plumage picked out against the blue sky.

"The canal water was already moving before the bird crossed it." https://www.amir2000.nl/blog/rock-pigeons-over-dark-canal-water

This #Mallard balances, steps and turns along the narrow edge while the water keeps a second version below, sharp at first and then broken by ripples.

https://www.amir2000.nl/blog/red-fox-under-fallen-timber-amsterdamse-waterleidingduinen

The endless #DutchFlowerFields stretched across the horizon like spring had no plan to stop, only more colour, more rhythm, more reasons to look twice.

Not just perfect rows, but small moments between them: one red flower leaning forward, soft light, and the kind of colour that refuses to behave.

Purple, pink and white waves across the Dutch bulb land, calm on the surface, completely addictive in person.

The adult #Mallard keeps close while the #ducklings cut small rings through the water, dark fluff and yellow patches mirrored below.

Some fields keep the city at a polite distance. In #Middelpolder, the horses do the practical work: grazing and drinking from the canal.

The canal bank rises sharply from the dark water, and the goslings are already testing the grass above it. https://www.amir2000.nl/blog/egyptian-goose-goslings-canal-bank

The water is busy, the duck is not. A closeup #MallardDuck folds, preens, and floats through blue ripples, with that little curled tail doing more than it needs to.

From Loch Lomond to Skye and Glencoe, this last Scotland post keeps the water calm, the mountains heavy, and the road doing what roads do: moving on.

Not every Highland story needs one postcard town. In the #ScottishHighlands, Portree, Mallaig, Broadford, Pitlochry, & Inverness pass by as colour, stone, harbours, old roofs, and quiet streets.

Loch Lochy in the Great Glen sits below the ridge before the water has finished copying it.

Some places do not need to shout. The old stone, carved crosses and dark rooflines of Saint Mary and Saint Finnan #Church carry their own quiet weight, with the #ScottishHighlands standing behind them like a witness.

https://www.amir2000.nl/blog/wind-on-the-old-man-of-storr