Beisbroek, Bruges Belgium
*On a cold summer morning, when the mist still lay over the forest like a soft blanket, I saw him: a small, fluffy orange ball hopping lively among the branches and leaves. A robin.
It was as if he was the only living soul in the silent woods. No people, no noise—just the gentle rustling of the leaves and the distant call of another bird. His feathers were slightly fluffed up against the crisp morning air, making him look even rounder and softer.*
• Printed on Canson Arches Pure White 310 g/m, a beautiful paper with a soft, drawing-paper-like appearance and a subtle texture• The deep, intense blacks are showcased perfectly, resulting in a refined and artistic finish• Fits standard frames; frame and hanging materials not included
