The first time I witnessed Kinderdijk's windmills emerging from the morning mist, I understood why UNESCO protected this slice of Dutch heritage. As someone who's photographed wildlife across four con...
The first time I witnessed dawn breaking over the Badlands, I was rendered speechless—a rare occurrence for someone who typically narrates wildlife behaviors to anyone within earshot. The stratified b...
As someone who's photographed everything from Southeast Asian floating markets to Norwegian fjords, I never expected to fall so deeply in love with a Florida city. Yet St. Petersburg—with its perfect...
The urban Pacific holds a special kind of magic that's uniquely challenging to capture. After years of photographing wildlife in their natural habitats, I've found that cities along the Pacific Rim of...
Growing up in Edmonton, our family's summer road trips to Ontario were highlights of my childhood. There's something magical about the Toronto-Niagara corridor that keeps drawing me back, even now tha...
The morning light filters through a veil of Saharan dust, casting Bamako in a golden haze that photographers dream about. As I adjust my camera settings at the edge of the Niger River, a fisherman gla...
There's something magical about returning to Canadian soil, especially when that soil is nestled between mountains and sea. As someone who grew up in Edmonton, Vancouver always felt like that glamorou...
Growing up in Edmonton, Vancouver always represented the wild, untamed cousin of Canadian cities to me – where urban sophistication crashes magnificently against primal wilderness. Returning to Canadi...
The first thing that hits you in Kenema isn't visual—it's the symphony of scents. Charcoal fires, palm oil, tropical flowers, and red earth create an olfactory fingerprint as unique as Sierra Leone it...
The first time I visited New York City, I made the classic mistake of trying to photograph the Empire State Building while standing directly beneath it. The result? A vertigo-inducing shot that comple...
Growing up in Edmonton with my Filipino mother's culinary influence, I developed an early appreciation for how food connects us to place and heritage. Yet somehow, I'd overlooked the gastronomic renai...
The morning light in Fernando de la Mora has a quality I've never encountered elsewhere – a golden warmth that seems to embrace everything it touches, from the weathered faces of local vendors to the...
The morning light in Santiago has a quality I've never encountered elsewhere – a golden-amber glow that seems to dance between the Andean peaks and colonial architecture, creating the perfect canvas f...