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07/07/2025

'The warmth lets me sink into the here and now
Softly embraced by the whispers of wind
Birdsongs gently lift the sky
As the scent of green drifts by
Sparkling water reflects the stillness
This moment, carried by nature'

Beautifully shot by Jolaisa Olensky

03/07/2025

Een oase, gehouwen uit pure vastberadenheid.
Water vasthouden — niet langer een keuze,
maar een noodzaak.
Als we de regen laten ontsnappen,
zal het land in stilte verdorren.
Maar als we handelen,
kan in zelfs de droogste wildernissen
weer groen ontstaan.

An oasis, carved from sheer resolve.
Holding water — no longer a choice,
but a necessity.
If we let the rain escape,
the land will wither in silence.
But if we act,
even the driest wildernesses,
can grow green again.

- From the photoseries Waterdragen -

Model: Rafke Hotterbeekx
Photography & Poetry © Ingeborg Steenhorst - Photographer / costume designer / visual artist

26/03/2025

Path of the Future

No storm can break the course I set,
no doubt can shake the truth I know.
For every step is built on fire,
and every dream is meant to grow.

I do not wait, I do not waver—
tomorrow bows to those who dare.
The path ahead is mine to conquer,
for strength is not a whispered prayer

📸 Gerard Hol
Model: Rafke Hotterbeekx

12/03/2025

The Mirror’s Embrace

I stand before the silver glass,
a shifting face, a fractured past.
One side bathed in golden light,
the other swallowed by the night.

Dark hands reach from shadow’s deep,
whispers haunt the dreams I keep.
Yet laughter hums beneath my skin,
a fire bright that pulls within.

Two selves, divided, yet the same,
one in sorrow, one in flame.
I press my palm against the pane,
the cold, the warmth—a mirrored frame.

Oh, let me not in fear recoil,
but thread my light into the soil.
For roots grow strong in blackened earth,
and even grief can birth new mirth.

So let me dance where night and day
entwine in soft, kaleidoscopic sway.
No longer halves, but something whole—
a mirror’s heart, a blended soul.

📸 by Gerard Hol