I captured these images one early morning in the mountains of northern Greece.

The quieter the morning, the longer it stays with you.

Once I captured a moment on the lake as the weather shifted rapidly.

There is nothing better than stepping into the water when the day is blazing hot.

A brief photo story from a pond where geese and turtles crossed paths.

A classic portrait of a lady mallard.

Rest isn't the end of the journey. It's part of it.

Every ending has its own music.

There are places that simply call you back.

It was a spectacularly pointless walk. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

Architecture has a fondness for repetition.

Once, I spent half a day by the lake, taking photos of stones and water.

On a walk by the lake, a white wagtail kindly agreed to pose.

Cats have a knack for finding comfortable spots in places where no one else would even think to look.

It was more than just a dessert kiosk — it felt like a small slice of contemporary Portuguese everyday life.

Taste is a delicate matter. Very delicate.

The darker the grey, the sweeter the gold.

Some in restaurants. Some on the streets. Some on their way home.

Life between the fortress walls and the park paths.

I love scenic rest stops.