Sunset is perhaps the main performance that nature stages every evening.

You wake up early, and the sun is already doing its job, even though it hasn’t shown up yet.

Charlie has adored the balcony and the morning sun since he was a kitten.

She makes it look good, he makes sure it works.

When my mood is lightly seasoned with melancholy, I grab my camera and head for the water.

I've always been drawn to shooting cities at night, when the noise fades and light begins to take center stage.

Fishing at sunset isn't really about the fish. It's about the mood.

Walking along a river, you can always come across something you've never seen before.

Hide. Become unseen. Occupy your space naturally.

Consistently among the top three birds I encounter are Great Tits.

Where I live, winter landscapes are usually quite minimalist — no special effects.

I love shooting mountains, but most of all — mountains in the clouds.

There are walks for the soul, and then there are walks that test your instinct of self-preservation.

Exploring the ruins of ancient cities in Lycia, you inevitably find yourself thinking about empires.

Three random shots that mean nothing, yet somehow I can't quite bring myself to part with them.

Sending love and spring colors to the amazing women who make this world brighter.

One evening, as we sat on the balcony of our hotel room, a small miracle flew in to visit us.

There are seas, and then there is the ocean — and its landscapes impress with their sheer scale.

Today I felt like digging through my archive of beach photos — and, honestly, I found surprisingly few of them.

You wake up early one morning, and your better half declares a Healthy Lifestyle Day.