The land I call home.

This village is getting a nice GM. (Btw these aren’t drone shots, it’s me with my trusted camera hanging from a balloon)

Mighty GM.

GM

When I used to slap a bunch of filters and elaborate photoshop edits. Today I think this ruins the image.

GM. If winter is your favourite season, you’re in my tribe.

Very few images I take are portfolio-worthy. Most are like this one. Simple, flat, and unlikely to earn any praise. I still hold them dear. Where you see a cloud, a rocky peak, and a deep blue sky, I see what it took to get there. Heat. Broken terrain. Knees ready to quit. A backpack with too little water and zero food. I stripped weight wherever I could so I could drag ten kilos of camera gear up this marble giant. Four hours up. Three hours down. No time for sunrise, or sunset — just harsh summer light and zero drama. Still, it ended up being one of my most productive and memorable shooting days of the year. The landscape kept delivering: minimal frames, wild goats, cascading light spilling through ridges, tourists wandering into the frame for scale, hidden nameless lakes, rock walls in every shape. Bruised feet, dry like a desert throat, mild sunburn — was it worth it? Depends who you ask. For me, yes. I was properly wrecked by the end, but I’d do it again even if I didn’t come back with a single award-worthy frame. Because I’d still have the memories. There’s something oddly satisfying in the struggle itself. Maybe that’s the whole point.

Happy 75th birthday to my dad. Standing here in the picture like David before Goliath.

Stay strong like the mountains! Happy New Year friends! 🥂