It was supposed to be perfect. The forecast promised golden light.I had the locations mapped out.I even brought backup batteries, which I never remember. But sometimes, trips don’t go the way you plan — and neither do the photos. What Went Wrong By the second day, I wasn’t just uninspired.I was frustrated. Tired. Questioning why … Read more
The photo is a little soft.The exposure is imperfect.There’s a smudge in the corner I never cleaned properly from the scan. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s a portrait of a man I met in an open-air market in Oaxaca. He was selling woven hats and drinking something that looked like sweet coffee. … Read more
It was nothing dramatic.A quiet intersection. A wall I’d passed a dozen times. A late afternoon in early fall. But then the light came. Not golden hour. Not sunset. Just that fleeting kind of glow that slips between buildings and lands exactly where you didn’t expect it. And I stopped. Not to compose.Not to adjust … Read more
There are days when everything feels too loud — not just the noise around me, but the noise inside. The inbox. The scrolling. The hundred little demands pulling me in different directions. That’s usually when I grab my camera and walk. Not to get a great photo.Just to find a bit of quiet. The Ritual … Read more
I grew up in a town where the most exciting thing on a Saturday was the sound of gravel under tires at the gas station. We had one photo lab, one bakery, and one streetlight that blinked red all night long. Back then, the world felt far away.But my camera made it feel closer. My … Read more
Before I started taking photos, I used to measure time by the usual things — clocks, calendars, deadlines. Days were boxes to be filled, hours sliced into tasks. But photography changed that.It made time feel slower, softer, and more alive. The First Time I Waited for Light I was standing in a field, somewhere I … Read more
There’s a certain kind of portrait that stays with you—not because of how perfectly it’s framed or how soft the light was—but because of how it began. For me, the best portraits often start before I ever raise the camera.They begin with a glance, a question, or—every once in a while—when the subject speaks first. … Read more
I was supposed to be heading toward a tram stop.Instead, I was completely lost — somewhere between Alfama and… I don’t know where. The streets had stopped making sense. I’d stopped checking the map. But I wasn’t panicking. Because when you have a camera, being lost doesn’t feel like a mistake.It feels like permission. Wandering … Read more
It was supposed to be a quick walk. Just an hour outside, camera in hand, no plan — my favorite kind of day. I wasn’t looking for anyone, and definitely not for a conversation. But then I saw her. She was sitting on the edge of a concrete stoop, reading an old paperback, surrounded by … Read more
I didn’t pick up a camera to become a photographer. I picked it up because I didn’t know how else to hold on to what mattered. It started with small things — how the light hit the floor in my grandmother’s kitchen, the way my friend’s laugh tilted her whole face, the silence in a … Read more