Once, travel began with someone venturing beyond the horizon, truly not knowing what awaited them there.

I doubt I’ll ever get tired of sharing photos of volcanic landscapes.

Some places look as if they belong to a different era.

It’s fascinating that this particular stretch of the Danube is known locally as a sea.

There's something endlessly captivating about summer landscapes seen from above.

Sometimes, to truly understand a town, you just need to see it from above.

There’s something especially cozy about Višegrad at sunset.

A nearly accidental shot, taken trying to catch the setting sun.

The most atmospheric places are often found by chance.

It seems zoos will never go out of style.

Until today, I knew nothing about this parrot.

Every street has its master.

One day in the park, I came across a squirrel that was clearly up to something that had very little to do with being a squirrel.

On the forest trails of Madeira, roots don’t just break through the surface — they become the path itself.

Vilaflor sits more than a kilometre above the sea — high enough that, some days, it simply vanishes into the clouds.

This was one of the first fogs I ever captured. Perhaps even the very first.

Far, far beyond the Urals, in a small village lost somewhere among the fields, stands a monument that almost nothing is known about.

Summer in the village comes with its own set of responsibilities.

Charlie sits on the windowsill.

Goats by the sea look slightly out of place.