The Irresistible Blue
Sometimes a journey begins with a photograph.
Mine did.
Someone I had never met posted a photo of Perito Moreno.
The ice was a blue I didn't know ice could be. I kept going back to it for the next few months.
Then looking was no longer enough.
Fine Art Photography. 2014
Fine Art Photography, 2014
Some cities are remembered through monuments. I remember Buenos Aires through conversations, rain, tango and long walks after midnight.
Centuries Became Real
Some landscapes don't change what you see. They change the scale by which you measure everything else.
Fine Art Photography. 2014
Fine Art Photography. 2014
I came for the waterfalls. Left soaked.
Somehow, wandering through puddles in flip-flops became just as memorable as the falls themeselves.
Some colours make you question reality.
Fine Art Photography. 2014
Some places never stop calling.
Not because you left something there.
Because they quietly changed
what your eyes look for
The Irresistible Blue
Sometimes a journey begins with a photograph.
Mine did.
Someone I had never met posted a photo of Perito Moreno.
The ice was a blue I didn't know ice could be. I kept going back to it for the next few months.
Then looking was no longer enough.
Some cities are remembered through monuments. I remember Buenos Aires through conversations, rain, tango and long walks after midnight.
Centuries Became Real
Some landscapes don't change what you see. They change the scale by which you measure everything else.
I came for the waterfalls. Left soaked.
Somehow, wandering through puddles in flip-flops became just as memorable as the falls themeselves.
Some colours make you question reality.
Some places never stop calling.
Not because you left something there.
But Because they quietly changed
what your eyes look for
