I love towns tucked away in forests right at the foot of the mountains.

If you find yourself in Sintra, don't rush to the main sights — take some time to wander the streets.

A series of shots from a walk through the park, captured from one of my favorite angles.

Is this romance or a fight? Well, there's a fine line between love and hate... and this couple is testing it to the limit.

Some places stay in your memory, while others become part of your soul. Crete is one of those for me.

This small Greek island is known primarily for its Shipwreck Beach. You've probably heard of it?

Sometimes nature places a true crown upon the sun.

One winter evening, I headed to the center of my hometown — just to take a walk along the riverfront.

This bridge looks like a thrill ride, but for the locals — it's just the way home.

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.