Slowly, the morning unfolded over Vlissingen. As the sun moved closer to the horizon, the Western Scheldt picked up its first orange glow. At the same time, a passing rain shower reflected that same light. Waves crashed into the wooden pier and sprayed upward, while the wind pushed steadily across the water. As a result, the scene felt raw, powerful and completely natural.
Chasing the image
This photograph had lived in my mind for days. As a visual thinker, I often see the image before it exists. Then, everything depends on timing, weather and patience. Here in Vlissingen, everything aligned at once. Eventually, the moment appeared exactly as I had imagined it.
The roar of wind and water
The wind moved strongly around me and the waves kept striking the pier. Yet, inside there was calm. Perhaps mornings like this carry a weight beyond the moment itself. Sounds, memories and fragments of old songs return naturally. That is how the title came to me: Where the Roar of Waters Grows.
A last moment
After this photo, and the previous photo, follows a third image from the same morning. Additionally, it felt as though the coastline offered one final variation of the scene. Over the coming days I will edit the images in my own style, much like working in a traditional darkroom. In this way, the feeling of that morning stays with me.
Being forced to slow down due to a fractured vertebra, moments like this have gained even more meaning. They help me hold onto what is still possible.
Hold the sea
The images from this morning in Vlissingen are available as fine art prints or digital files. If you would like to bring this atmosphere into your own space, feel free to reach out.
View more photos via the link, which, like this one, are part of my portfolio ‘Coast’.