Australia’s wildlife is a story in itself. There are so many species I am eager to encounter in the wild and photograph. Yesterday, I went on my first koala mission in a nature reserve about an hour south of Sydney. I spent four hours walking with my eyes fixed on the tops of the eucalyptus […]

One thing I have already noticed in Australia is the respect for nature – even in the middle of a major city. A striking example is the fight against tree vandalism in and around Sydney. From time to time, property owners illegally cut down, prune or poison trees on public land in order to improve the

They are hard to miss. Rainbow lorikeets come darting through the trees like tiny explosions of colour – green, blue, orange and yellow in a combination that almost seems too vivid to have been created by nature. The first thing I do in the morning, as the sun comes up, is look out of the

Naturally, my first trip into central Sydney took me across the Harbour Bridge and towards the Opera House – one of the city’s great icons and a source of immense local pride. Along the way, I was greeted by Sydney’s welcoming committee: a couple of cockatoos screeching away as if they were trying to tell

Singapore hides itself in the spaces in between. Between columns, between shadows, between a window and its reflection. It lives in the passages where people move through one another’s lives without stopping. Someone is on their way in, someone is on their way out. Someone disappears around a corner before their face ever becomes clear.

JOSHUA TREE, CALIFORNIA – The road through the desert cuts across a landscape that at first glance can seem almost entirely uninhabited. Sand, rock, and dry vegetation stretch across vast distances, while the heat makes the air above the asphalt shimmer. Gradually, the landscape begins to reveal its most distinctive feature: the unusual trees with

East of Southern California, far from crowded highways and the polished surfaces of its major cities, lies a landscape that feels disconnected from the California many people imagine. There are no palm-lined boulevards here, no beaches filled with surfers. Instead, you encounter abandoned buildings, improvised communities, and colours painted directly onto the dust and sand

I travel the world is to chase the extraordinary. I set out in search of beauty in distant places, drawn by the promise of something different, something more vivid than the familiar. I follow light across continents, stand before vast landscapes, and let myself be shaped by the scale of things I have yet to

The forest rises like a living cathedral. Tall spruces draw the eye upward, while light filters through the branches in a quiet, almost sacred way. The ground, softened by a thick layer of moss, invites you to slow down. Lakes lie still in the landscape like clear, watchful eyes, their surfaces reflecting the pale blue

Images tell stories in a way that breaks with the logic of language. They hold a single moment, yet within that moment multiple layers of time unfold at once – something has already happened, something is still in motion, and something is about to emerge. The narrative exists as a potential rather than a fixed