That day, the sky was overcast, but the snow shone brighter than the sun.

In winter, another artist works here.

This is what remains when the artist quietly hides behind the horizon.

A scorching noon is no reason to skip a seascape — especially if you have a polarizing filter.

Left it all on the shore.

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.