The first time my boots touched Bozeman soil, I felt that familiar tingle of discovery – the same sensation I experienced years ago in the Himalayas. Montana's mountain town revealed itself as a canva...
The first time I encountered South Dakota's prairie landscapes, I was reminded of the abstract canvases I'd studied in art school – vast horizontal bands of color that shift with the light, punctuated...
The American suburbs often conceal unexpected wilderness, a truth I discovered while visiting friends in central New Jersey. When one mentions New Jersey, pristine hiking trails rarely come to mind –...
The morning mist clings to the emerald slopes as I sip my tinto (Colombian black coffee) at a small roadside stand in La Calera, just outside Bogotá. The capital sprawls below, a concrete jungle nestl...
The first time I witnessed the windmills of Kinderdijk bathed in golden light, I understood why UNESCO deemed this landscape worthy of preservation. Nineteen 18th-century windmills standing sentinel a...
Returning to India always feels like reconnecting with a piece of myself that remains dormant in Sydney. Mumbai, particularly, holds a special resonance—a city where my Indian heritage breathes throug...
The morning light breaks over the Caucasus Mountains, painting the peaks in hues that no camera could fully capture – though that hasn't stopped me from trying. Most travelers know Sochi as Russia's p...
The Piedmont region of South Carolina reveals itself like a watercolor painting in autumn—subtle hues gradually intensifying until you find yourself immersed in a masterpiece of natural beauty. After...
Standing at the edge of Signal Hill last spring, my sketchbook balanced precariously against the wind, I found myself mesmerized by Table Mountain's imposing silhouette against Cape Town's azure sky....
The morning light breaks through the acacia trees as a giraffe silhouettes against Nairobi's skyline—a surreal juxtaposition that perfectly encapsulates what makes Kenya's capital so photographically...
The morning light dances across the jagged Ala-Too Range, painting the peaks in hues that would challenge even the most extensive artist's palette. This magnificent mountain chain serves as both senti...
The morning light in Sucre arrives like a gentle whisper, casting a golden hue across the colonial white facades that give this Bolivian gem its nickname. At 2,810 meters above sea level, the UNESCO-p...
The first time I visited Seoul, I arrived with my sketchbook and camera, expecting to capture the city's architectural contrasts and vibrant street scenes. What I hadn't anticipated was how profoundly...
The morning light breaks over Denver's skyline, but my gaze is fixed westward, where the jagged silhouette of the Rocky Mountains calls with an irresistible whisper. Having traversed mountain ranges f...
The moment I stepped onto Vigan's cobblestone streets, time seemed to fold in on itself. Spanish colonial buildings stood shoulder to shoulder with Chinese merchant houses, their weathered facades tel...