The light in southwestern Uganda has a quality I've never encountered elsewhere – golden and rich, yet somehow soft against the rolling emerald hills of Mbarara. After documenting monasteries across t...
The morning mist was still dancing above the Spokane River when I first glimpsed the thundering cascade of Spokane Falls. I'd visited countless waterfalls across four continents, but there was somethi...
The first time I stood before the monumental Gate of All Nations at Persepolis, I forgot to take a photo. For several minutes, my camera hung uselessly around my neck while I simply stared at the co...
The first time I wandered Prague's cobblestone labyrinth at dawn, camera in hand and not another soul in sight, I knew this city would forever hold a piece of my heart. As someone who's documented mon...
The morning mist clung to the cobblestone streets as I navigated my way up yet another impossibly steep alley. My calves burned in protest, but the promise of what awaited at the summit kept me moving...
The first time I set foot in Oran, my camera nearly stayed in its bag. Not because there was nothing to photograph—quite the opposite. The sensory overload of this Algerian coastal city left me moment...
The first time I navigated between Bilbao and San Sebastian, I was armed with nothing but a dog-eared map and broken Spanish phrases from my childhood. Twenty years and countless Basque Country visits...
There's something about small capitals that speaks to my soul. Perhaps it's the way they balance official grandeur with intimate community spaces, creating a visual dialogue between power and everyday...
The first time I saw Georgetown's harbor at dawn, I nearly dropped my camera. The light here doesn't just illuminate – it transforms. That golden Caribbean sun breaking over Saint Vincent's volcanic s...
The first time I laid eyes on Lençóis Maranhenses, I genuinely thought someone had photoshopped the landscape. Vast stretches of blindingly white sand dunes cradle thousands of turquoise and emerald l...
The moment my plane began its descent over Antigua, I knew my camera and I were in for something special. The island revealed itself as a photographer's dream palette – turquoise waters bleeding into...
The moment my ferry approached San Pedro's weathered wooden docks, I knew my camera would barely rest during this week-long sojourn. Ambergris Caye's largest settlement unfolds like a photographer's d...
Barcelona has always held a special place in my heart. Not just because it shares the same Spanish soil as my hometown Valencia, but because it's one of those rare urban gems that offers the perfect m...
The first time I laid eyes on Marina Bay's skyline, my camera was already halfway out of my bag before I'd even stopped walking. That's the effect this architectural marvel has on photographers. Havin...
The first time I visited Seoul was fifteen years ago, armed with my father's old Nikon and absolutely no Korean vocabulary. What began as research for a client's website turned into a love affair with...