Beauty in stillness: elegant, graceful, regal.

On the wire means on air. Don't miss the broadcast.

You know what else you can watch forever, besides water and fire? Birds soaring.

Vietnam, June. I barely took any pictures then — the heat didn't care whether I felt like shooting or not.

I've always considered it a rare piece of luck to catch fog in the mountains somewhere unfamiliar.

Once, we had the shortest forest walk of all our travels.

Nothing mysterious — just two nearly identical peaks beneath a single veil of cloud.

In these parts the sun is rarely bright, but in winter it pierces the bare forest right through — reducing it to a black pattern against an almost white sky.

Winter strolls in nature often reveal what autumn left behind.

I promise to tell the truth. The whole truth. Honestly.

It went like this: the first time I saw a blackbird, it clearly saw a threat in me. Barely managed two shots.

When I see tunnels, I always imagine a portal to another world — not as a metaphor, but almost literally.

Once we came to see a medieval fortress — and it was closed.

Today I’d like to share a series of street shots from my first visit to Istanbul.

You used to be able to just come to this pond and take a walk. Admire the view, think your own thoughts. That time is gone.

It’s obvious that walking through the forest in summer is infinitely more pleasant than in winter.

Just two more pictures of a street beauty lounging in the grass. Saturday is Caturday, you know.

This was the only wild squirrel I’ve ever managed to photograph.

In my pictures — the Eurasian Eagle-Owl, the largest member of the owl order.

Long ago, when Greece welcomed us every season, my wife and I were exploring the Chania region of Crete and found ourselves in one of the island’s most striking monasteries.