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Marjan Knippenberg Photography

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Based in Nijmegen, The Netherlands. I β™₯️ taking pictures of all kinds of things (mostly nature) and share beauty. Cropping is everything πŸ€™πŸΌ

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The sky is covered in broad, unstructured sweeps of pink and yellow cloud alternating with blue sky. Below, the plains are still dark with the notable exception of a large lake which reflects the sky, forming a bright patch in the darkness. Eucalypt silhouettes frame the picture across the top and to the left and below.

The sky is covered in broad, unstructured sweeps of pink and yellow cloud alternating with blue sky. Below, the plains are still dark with the notable exception of a large lake which reflects the sky, forming a bright patch in the darkness. Eucalypt silhouettes frame the picture across the top and to the left and below.

Good Morning!
Bald Knob 060921

May your light and happiness be reflected 🧑
#photography #landscape #sunrise #BaldKnob #gift #EastCoastKin

03.03.2026 19:46 πŸ‘ 31 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
A silhouetted swan creating circles on still waters at a bright yellow sunset.

A silhouetted swan creating circles on still waters at a bright yellow sunset.

#photography #nature #landscape #sunset #swanday #stunday #eastcoastkin

08.03.2026 07:58 πŸ‘ 29 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Wonderful. Thank you so much!

07.03.2026 10:28 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

07.03.2026 10:27 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
A panoramic picture of the sun setting behind a fen leaving the sky with soft yellows and pale blues. One bright yellow spot at the horizon. Silhouetted treeline reflected in the water.

A panoramic picture of the sun setting behind a fen leaving the sky with soft yellows and pale blues. One bright yellow spot at the horizon. Silhouetted treeline reflected in the water.

#photography #nature #fens #sunset #landscape

07.03.2026 10:00 πŸ‘ 67 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you β˜ΊοΈπŸ™πŸΌ

06.03.2026 06:29 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks, Jilly. I should check my notifications more often, happy Friday 🀣!

06.03.2026 06:26 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

There will be more πŸ˜‡πŸ™πŸΌ

06.03.2026 06:23 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

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06.03.2026 06:22 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Welcome!

06.03.2026 06:22 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you β˜ΊοΈπŸ™πŸΌ!

06.03.2026 06:22 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks for sharing, Jason πŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ™πŸΌ

06.03.2026 06:21 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks πŸ˜ŠπŸ™πŸΌ

06.03.2026 06:21 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks, Den. Glad you like it!

06.03.2026 06:20 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you, Scott. Very much appreciated πŸ™πŸΌ

06.03.2026 06:20 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Gorgeous, Sabine!

06.03.2026 06:19 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
You see an early March morning unfolding as a quiet drama between winter and spring. The sun, still low and hidden behind a layered cloudbank to the left, sends long crepuscular rays fanning through moisture-laden air, each beam made visible by the soft mist that fills the spaces between the trees. The atmosphere is suspended and hushed as only in the first hour after dawn.
The colors span two emotional poles, warm amber and gold blaze in the upper left where sunlight breaks through cloud, while a cool teal-blue sky stretches across the right, calm and receding. 
The tall spruce and fir trees rise as dark blue-green silhouettes against that pale sky, their pointed crowns sharp and composed. To the left, a bare deciduous tree holds its grey winter branches, a few rust-brown leaves still clinging on. The mist between the trunks glows silvery-white where the rays strike it, and fades into a dusky jade-green in shadow.
The single most telling detail is the small flowering shrub in the lower right corner, a blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), whose chalk-white blossoms open on bare, dark branches as one of the very first signs of spring, typically from late February into early March. It is a punctuation mark of pure white set against all that grey and mist, quietly announcing that the season has already turned.

You see an early March morning unfolding as a quiet drama between winter and spring. The sun, still low and hidden behind a layered cloudbank to the left, sends long crepuscular rays fanning through moisture-laden air, each beam made visible by the soft mist that fills the spaces between the trees. The atmosphere is suspended and hushed as only in the first hour after dawn. The colors span two emotional poles, warm amber and gold blaze in the upper left where sunlight breaks through cloud, while a cool teal-blue sky stretches across the right, calm and receding. The tall spruce and fir trees rise as dark blue-green silhouettes against that pale sky, their pointed crowns sharp and composed. To the left, a bare deciduous tree holds its grey winter branches, a few rust-brown leaves still clinging on. The mist between the trunks glows silvery-white where the rays strike it, and fades into a dusky jade-green in shadow. The single most telling detail is the small flowering shrub in the lower right corner, a blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), whose chalk-white blossoms open on bare, dark branches as one of the very first signs of spring, typically from late February into early March. It is a punctuation mark of pure white set against all that grey and mist, quietly announcing that the season has already turned.

First light
#Scape #ForestFriday #photography
#PhotographersOfBluesky
#EastCoastKin

06.03.2026 05:58 πŸ‘ 130 πŸ” 26 πŸ’¬ 17 πŸ“Œ 2
A soft coloured and quite dark sunset behind a fen with silhouetted trees reflected in the still water. There are some small bright orange stripes near the horizon where the sun has set and some careful diffuse beams lighting up the near sky above with soft yellows.

A soft coloured and quite dark sunset behind a fen with silhouetted trees reflected in the still water. There are some small bright orange stripes near the horizon where the sun has set and some careful diffuse beams lighting up the near sky above with soft yellows.

Trying out an actual camera. Happy!

#photography #nature #landscape #scape #saharasand #sunset #fens #eastcoastkin

06.03.2026 06:16 πŸ‘ 91 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
A still fen at a dark dusk at the right. Two large silhouetted pinetrees at the left. The sun is just touching the treeline at the horizon.

A still fen at a dark dusk at the right. Two large silhouetted pinetrees at the left. The sun is just touching the treeline at the horizon.

#photography #nature #landscape #fens #dusk #sunset #eastcoastkin

05.03.2026 19:28 πŸ‘ 110 πŸ” 12 πŸ’¬ 4 πŸ“Œ 1
She had not slept. Not really. The kind of not-sleeping where you are horizontal and still, but some part of you remains stubbornly awake, listening, to the house settling, to the particular quality of darkness that exists in the last hour before dawn.

At some point she gave up and went to the window.
The trees were black. Every one of them, the tall conifers at the edge of the field, the bare-limbed birches stripped of every leaf, flattened into pure, featureless dark. No wind moved them. They simply stood, as they always had, indifferent to the hour.

But above them the sky was burning slowly, quietly, in a way that had nothing to do with fire. A deep charcoal blue at the top, the kind of blue that is almost not a colour at all, almost just the memory of night. Then lower, softening, a grey with something greenish in it, something oceanic, and then the warmth beginning, amber first, tentative, like the colour of old honey held up to a weak light. And then, compressing toward the horizon, the red. Not a gentle red. A concentrated, saturated vermilion, a ribbon of it, running the length of the world just above the treeline.

The sun was still well below the earth. All of this colour was simply what happened to light traveling the greatest possible distance through cold, dry air to reach her. Refracted. Scattered. The blue wavelengths lost somewhere over the horizon, and only the long, slow reds surviving the journey.

She thought about the year turning. The equinox was close, and each morning the darkness felt thinner than the last, more provisional, as though night were slowly losing its confidence. The trees were still bare, their branches fine and intricate against the glow, a tracery that would vanish in a few weeks when the leaves closed everything off. For now they were open. Honest in the way things are only honest before they bloom.

Some mornings ask to simply be witnessed.

She had not slept. Not really. The kind of not-sleeping where you are horizontal and still, but some part of you remains stubbornly awake, listening, to the house settling, to the particular quality of darkness that exists in the last hour before dawn. At some point she gave up and went to the window. The trees were black. Every one of them, the tall conifers at the edge of the field, the bare-limbed birches stripped of every leaf, flattened into pure, featureless dark. No wind moved them. They simply stood, as they always had, indifferent to the hour. But above them the sky was burning slowly, quietly, in a way that had nothing to do with fire. A deep charcoal blue at the top, the kind of blue that is almost not a colour at all, almost just the memory of night. Then lower, softening, a grey with something greenish in it, something oceanic, and then the warmth beginning, amber first, tentative, like the colour of old honey held up to a weak light. And then, compressing toward the horizon, the red. Not a gentle red. A concentrated, saturated vermilion, a ribbon of it, running the length of the world just above the treeline. The sun was still well below the earth. All of this colour was simply what happened to light traveling the greatest possible distance through cold, dry air to reach her. Refracted. Scattered. The blue wavelengths lost somewhere over the horizon, and only the long, slow reds surviving the journey. She thought about the year turning. The equinox was close, and each morning the darkness felt thinner than the last, more provisional, as though night were slowly losing its confidence. The trees were still bare, their branches fine and intricate against the glow, a tracery that would vanish in a few weeks when the leaves closed everything off. For now they were open. Honest in the way things are only honest before they bloom. Some mornings ask to simply be witnessed.

Some mornings ask to simply be witnessed.

Good morning with a pic I shot at 6 o’clock today. It felt special to watch the sky. There’s a story about that in the ALT text.

#ColorADay #RedWed #sky #dawn #light #photography
#PhotographersOfBluesky
#EastCoastKin

04.03.2026 06:37 πŸ‘ 109 πŸ” 16 πŸ’¬ 14 πŸ“Œ 2

Love this so much. We'll have some Saharasand-skies tomorrow, Sabine πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

04.03.2026 18:18 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Love this πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

04.03.2026 16:45 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
The trees that are awaiting Spring’s touch of greenery are transparently duplicated in the morning calm of the river. Through them the hills are seen along with the blues of the morning sky.

The trees that are awaiting Spring’s touch of greenery are transparently duplicated in the morning calm of the river. Through them the hills are seen along with the blues of the morning sky.

Nature took a deep breath as the morning settled in πŸ“·πŸ•ŠοΈ …

04.03.2026 14:49 πŸ‘ 560 πŸ” 102 πŸ’¬ 25 πŸ“Œ 2
Una playa. Arriba cielo azul. Un gran frente de nubes avanza en la zona intermedia

Una playa. Arriba cielo azul. Un gran frente de nubes avanza en la zona intermedia

#challengephotoaday
#fmspad
2026/03/04
A cloud

#Photography

04.03.2026 07:58 πŸ‘ 63 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

Congratulations, awesome picture πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

04.03.2026 14:28 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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I am honored and delighted to announce that my image of two Springboks in a sandstorm that was raging in Namibia's coastal dunes has won the Grand prize of the2026 international Memorial Maria Luisa competition! πŸ₯³πŸ₯‚πŸΎ

#photography #naturephotography #wildlifephotography #bluesky #nature #mammals

03.03.2026 16:03 πŸ‘ 1305 πŸ” 152 πŸ’¬ 114 πŸ“Œ 4

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02.03.2026 05:50 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks, Alina!

02.03.2026 05:50 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!

02.03.2026 05:50 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
A fen with a treeline at the horizon and a blue sky with some fluffy clouds above. Sun is illuminating a ribbled part of the water (it was windy).

A fen with a treeline at the horizon and a blue sky with some fluffy clouds above. Sun is illuminating a ribbled part of the water (it was windy).

Happy #BlueSkyMonday everyone!

#photography #nature #landscape #fens #blueskymonday #eastcoastkin

02.03.2026 05:42 πŸ‘ 47 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0