The Return
Near dusk at Lake Bohinj, Slovenia, a yellow plane swept low over the water — circling three times before releasing life back into the lake. I stood still on the shoreline, camera raised, witnessing not just a drop of fish, but a gesture of renewal. A reminder that even the wild is tended to with care.
Near dusk at Lake Bohinj, Slovenia, a yellow plane swept low over the water — circling three times before releasing life back into the lake. I stood still on the shoreline, camera raised, witnessing not just a drop of fish, but a gesture of renewal. A reminder that even the wild is tended to with care.
Near dusk at Lake Bohinj, Slovenia, a yellow plane swept low over the water — circling three times before releasing life back into the lake. I stood still on the shoreline, camera raised, witnessing not just a drop of fish, but a gesture of renewal. A reminder that even the wild is tended to with care.