The first time I witnessed Flagstaff's night sky, I stood speechless beneath a canopy of stars so vivid and numerous that the familiar constellations I'd known since childhood in Brazil seemed to disa...
The moment I stepped off the train at Ogden's historic Union Station, I knew I had discovered a photographer's secret paradise. Nestled where the Wasatch Mountains meet the Great Salt Lake, this forme...
The first time I witnessed 600,000 sandhill cranes converging on Nebraska's Platte River Valley, I stood in stunned silence as the sunset painted the sky in gradient hues that would make any Instagram...
The morning fog was still dancing around the Golden Gate Bridge when I set up my tripod at Battery Spencer. As the first light broke through, painting the iconic red structure in a warm glow against t...
The first time I wandered through Bruges' cobblestone streets, I realized I was experiencing something photographers dream about—a perfectly preserved medieval city where every canal turn and market s...
The first time I stepped onto Copenhagen's cobblestone streets, my camera already hanging from my neck, I felt that familiar creative electricity. As someone who's photographed everything from Tokyo's...
The first time I glimpsed Lake Titicaca's shimmering surface from the hillside approach to Puno, I understood why the Incas believed it to be the birthplace of the sun. At 3,812 meters above sea level...
The moment I stepped off the ferry in St. George's harbor, I knew my camera and I were in for something special. The capital of Grenada—nicknamed the 'Spice Isle'—isn't just another Caribbean destinat...
As someone who has photographed ancient temples in Southern India and misty mountain shrines in Japan, I never expected to find one of my most challenging photographic adventures beneath the desert of...
The first time I heard a lion's roar echo across Hwange's golden savanna, my camera nearly slipped from my hands. Meu Deus, what a sound—primal and electric. That moment crystallized why I'd travele...
The first time I stepped foot in Greenwich, Connecticut, I felt that peculiar sensation photographers live for—fingers instinctively reaching for a camera before the mind has fully processed the scene...
The first time I heard the ice of Lake Baikal sing beneath my feet, I understood why Siberians speak of this place with such reverence. *Baikal não é apenas um lago, é um oceano congelado de histórias...
The first time I stood atop the Badaling section of the Great Wall, my camera dangling from my neck and the autumn breeze gently tousling my hair, I felt a profound sense of smallness against the back...
The first thing you should know about photographing in Turkmenistan is that it's complicated. As our guide ushered us through customs at Mary Airport, he whispered, *'Camera? Keep hidden until I tell...
The moment my feet touched South African soil in Port Elizabeth, I knew my camera wouldn't rest for a single moment. This coastal gem, often overshadowed by Cape Town and Durban, holds a photographer'...