In Funchal, music feels perfectly natural — blending in with the sounds of the city and the chatter of passersby.

Distance seems straightforward enough.

A city is defined by its boundaries and surfaces.

Yesterday’s post was all about stone, so today I’ll stay with the same theme.

Just outside the little village of Papingo in Greece, there’s a series of small natural rock pools.

The Corinth Canal turned out to be one of those places that are difficult to appreciate in advance.

Looking for symmetry, perspective, and a little more sky.

Sometimes, as you walk through a city...

A fountain is a surprisingly precise model of time.

When you travel around an island, there is always a temptation to peek into some new little corner.

In the Serbian city of Valjevo lies a compact historic district called Tešnjar.

It’s funny how puppies have such a peculiar idea of personal space.

It's not looking down on you. It's just the angle.

Every creature should have a place to return to.

There’s something inexplicable about lizards — something inexplicably alien.

Lisbon's streets unexpectedly became one of my main highlights.

In a city built on hills, the view is always both an invitation and a reward.

The full moon lights up the city, but it doesn't make it any brighter.

Humans have always tried to claim at least a small patch of space from the darkness.

The star takes its final bow.