Many years ago, running over the pages of a travel magazine, I spotted a small and rather unimposing photograph of some rolling hills scenery. The surreal look, the strength of razor sharp swingled lines, the richness in tonality was breathtaking and I thought to myself: “This is a place I want to see at least o… Read More
Many years ago, running over the pages of a travel magazine, I spotted a small and rather unimposing photograph of some rolling hills scenery. The surreal look, the strength of razor sharp swingled lines, the richness in tonality was breathtaking and I thought to myself: “This is a place I want to see at least once in my life!”
I started investigating and it took quite some time before I read an enthusiastic article, written by a landscape photographer, about a place he recalled to be known as “The Wave”. If I had to summarize in one phrase, what this mystic place is all about, I would say it`s a frozen wave of sandstone. I did not let up and in autumn 2001, I was finally rewarded, finding myself in front of liquid rocks. Read Less
