https://demo.point.photos https://demo.point.photos/posts/silent-storytellers https://demo.point.photos/posts/silent-storytellers Tue, 04 Aug 2026 21:38:10 GMT Japan, 2026 — the Kyoto end of it. Close enough that the rest of the scene stopped mattering, and shot on film, so the exposure was a guess with consequences. It stayed like this for perhaps ten minutes. https://demo.point.photos/posts/deep-blue-immersion https://demo.point.photos/posts/deep-blue-immersion Tue, 04 Aug 2026 21:38:10 GMT A day out of El Chaltén, in 2026. Nobody else came past the whole time it took to set up, and the surface held the sky so exactly it felt like a trick. Nothing about it announced itself. https://demo.point.photos/posts/where-giants-meet-sky https://demo.point.photos/posts/where-giants-meet-sky Mon, 03 Aug 2026 12:44:00 GMT A day out of El Chaltén, in 2026. The range stacked itself into flat grey planes, each one paler than the last, and the sky did most of the work in this frame. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/distant-urban-haze https://demo.point.photos/posts/distant-urban-haze Sat, 09 May 2026 07:23:00 GMT 2026, somewhere above El Chaltén. Rooftops ran to the edge of sight, all of them slightly out of step, and mist took the middle distance and gave nothing back. Worth the walk, on balance. https://demo.point.photos/posts/majestic-stone-and-sky https://demo.point.photos/posts/majestic-stone-and-sky Wed, 24 Dec 2025 18:29:00 GMT Argentina, 2025 — the El Chaltén end of it. Cloud moved through fast enough to change the light between exposures, and the facade wore its repairs openly, which is the better half of its character. It stayed like this for perhaps ten minutes. https://demo.point.photos/posts/winding-alpine-ascent https://demo.point.photos/posts/winding-alpine-ascent Fri, 21 Nov 2025 11:47:00 GMT Argentina, 2025 — the El Chaltén end of it. The ridgeline held its edge until the last of the light left it, and cloud moved through fast enough to change the light between exposures. The light shifted twice while I stood there. https://demo.point.photos/posts/clifftop-hues https://demo.point.photos/posts/clifftop-hues Tue, 07 Oct 2025 15:03:00 GMT El Chaltén, 2025. Windows in a rhythm somebody chose, a long time ago, for reasons nobody records, and the cliffs dropped away without ceremony, the way they always do here. There was more of it than the frame could reasonably hold. https://demo.point.photos/posts/solitary-pause https://demo.point.photos/posts/solitary-pause Wed, 27 Aug 2025 12:46:00 GMT Japan, 2025 — the Kyoto end of it. Every mark on it put there by weather and time, in that order, and colour drained out of the land and gathered overhead. Worth the walk, on balance. Nobody else came past the whole time it took to set up. Whatever I was trying to do at the time, this is what came back. https://demo.point.photos/posts/suspended-droplet-green-leaf https://demo.point.photos/posts/suspended-droplet-green-leaf Sat, 15 Mar 2025 17:33:00 GMT Japan, 2025 — the Kyoto end of it. Leaves caught the light and held it a beat longer than the air did, and each drop carried a bent copy of the whole scene. The light shifted twice while I stood there. A detail worth more attention than the view it belonged to. Stood there long after the shot, which is usually the sign of a good one. https://demo.point.photos/posts/urban-flow-hushed-light https://demo.point.photos/posts/urban-flow-hushed-light Fri, 01 Nov 2024 15:28:00 GMT Kyoto, 2024. Rooftops ran to the edge of sight, all of them slightly out of step, and the street ran its usual errands and paid the camera no attention. Nothing about it announced itself. Cloud moved through fast enough to change the light between exposures. Stood there long after the shot, which is usually the sign of a good one. https://demo.point.photos/posts/distant-shoreline-light https://demo.point.photos/posts/distant-shoreline-light Sat, 03 Aug 2024 12:44:00 GMT Kyoto, 2024. The cliffs dropped away without ceremony, the way they always do here, and nobody else came past the whole time it took to set up. There was more of it than the frame could reasonably hold. Mist took the middle distance and gave nothing back. It looked better in person, which is true of most things and worth saying anyway. https://demo.point.photos/posts/winter-majesty-awakens https://demo.point.photos/posts/winter-majesty-awakens Mon, 25 Dec 2023 17:47:00 GMT Iceland, 2023 — the Reykjavík end of it. Winter had flattened the palette down to four or five honest colours, and the ridgeline held its edge until the last of the light left it. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/peak-serenity-morning-radiance https://demo.point.photos/posts/peak-serenity-morning-radiance Fri, 22 Dec 2023 17:59:00 GMT Late in the 2023 trip through Japan. The range stacked itself into flat grey planes, each one paler than the last, and the first light came in low and made a case for getting up early. Worth the walk, on balance. The light shifted twice while I stood there. Whatever I was trying to do at the time, this is what came back. https://demo.point.photos/posts/winter-forest-glow https://demo.point.photos/posts/winter-forest-glow Thu, 17 Aug 2023 17:27:00 GMT A day out of Kyoto, in 2023. The far side of things dissolved politely, and winter had flattened the palette down to four or five honest colours. There was more of it than the frame could reasonably hold. https://demo.point.photos/posts/forest-whispers-light https://demo.point.photos/posts/forest-whispers-light Sat, 08 Jul 2023 08:56:00 GMT 2023, somewhere above Reykjavík. Winter had flattened the palette down to four or five honest colours, and moss had taken the north side of everything, patient about it. Nothing about it announced itself. Mist took the middle distance and gave nothing back. The frame either side of this one is sharper. This is the one I go back to. https://demo.point.photos/posts/forest-path-morning-light https://demo.point.photos/posts/forest-path-morning-light Thu, 22 Jun 2023 12:47:00 GMT Unfiled, 2023. The weather made its own decisions all morning, and worth the walk, on balance. Nothing about it announced itself. The light shifted twice while I stood there. Filed it, forgot it, found it two years later and liked it more. https://demo.point.photos/posts/atlantic-shoreline-mood https://demo.point.photos/posts/atlantic-shoreline-mood Sat, 04 Mar 2023 17:36:00 GMT A day out of Lisbon, in 2023. Open water all the way out, no seam where it met the sky, and the sky did most of the work in this frame. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/lifes-tenacious-embrace https://demo.point.photos/posts/lifes-tenacious-embrace Sun, 02 Oct 2022 10:35:00 GMT Lisbon, 2022. Not a ripple, and every reflection twice as saturated for it, and something had flowered against all reasonable advice. There was more of it than the frame could reasonably hold. https://demo.point.photos/posts/waves-against-stone https://demo.point.photos/posts/waves-against-stone Thu, 28 Jul 2022 11:59:00 GMT Late in the 2022 trip through Iceland. The shoreline kept rewriting itself an inch at a time, and the swell arrived on a rhythm slower than breathing. Worth the walk, on balance. https://demo.point.photos/posts/a-trusted-companion https://demo.point.photos/posts/a-trusted-companion Tue, 28 Jun 2022 17:57:00 GMT 2022, somewhere above Lisbon. Nothing here is remarkable, which is the reason to photograph it, and thirty-six frames total, which changes how long you stand there first. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/shared-table-focus https://demo.point.photos/posts/shared-table-focus Sat, 11 Jun 2022 14:16:00 GMT Back in Reykjavík again, 2022. Close enough that the rest of the scene stopped mattering, and the good kind of company — the kind that waits while you frame a shot. Nothing about it announced itself. Nothing here is remarkable, which is the reason to photograph it. Nothing happened here. That is more or less the appeal. https://demo.point.photos/posts/deep-blue-serenity https://demo.point.photos/posts/deep-blue-serenity Sun, 12 Dec 2021 08:31:00 GMT Portugal, 2021 — the Lisbon end of it. The surface held the sky so exactly it felt like a trick, and every mark on it put there by weather and time, in that order. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/summer-nights-plunge https://demo.point.photos/posts/summer-nights-plunge Tue, 03 Aug 2021 12:44:00 GMT 2021, somewhere above Reykjavík. Two of us, mostly not talking, which was the point, and the blue hour ran long, as it does at this latitude. Worth the walk, on balance. The light lasted so late it stopped feeling like evening. Whatever I was trying to do at the time, this is what came back. https://demo.point.photos/posts/oceans-endless-rhythm https://demo.point.photos/posts/oceans-endless-rhythm Fri, 04 Jun 2021 17:36:00 GMT Late in the 2021 trip through Portugal. Open water all the way out, no seam where it met the sky, and a set came through, broke, and left the sand briefly mirrored. Nothing about it announced itself. The cliffs dropped away without ceremony, the way they always do here. It looked better in person, which is true of most things and worth saying anyway. https://demo.point.photos/posts/mornings-liquid-jewels https://demo.point.photos/posts/mornings-liquid-jewels Thu, 27 May 2021 10:19:00 GMT Late in the 2021 trip through Iceland. A detail worth more attention than the view it belonged to, and water beaded on everything and refused to fall. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/coastal-serenity https://demo.point.photos/posts/coastal-serenity Sat, 20 Feb 2021 14:59:00 GMT A day out of Reykjavík, in 2021. The road doubled back on itself twice before it committed, and open water all the way out, no seam where it met the sky. The weather made its own decisions all morning. https://demo.point.photos/posts/lingering-hope https://demo.point.photos/posts/lingering-hope Tue, 15 Dec 2020 08:16:00 GMT Late in the 2020 trip through Portugal. Somebody was late for something, the way somebody always is, and every mark on it put there by weather and time, in that order. Worth the walk, on balance. https://demo.point.photos/posts/blossoms-reach-the-light https://demo.point.photos/posts/blossoms-reach-the-light Sun, 26 Jan 2020 09:17:00 GMT Portugal, 2020 — the Lisbon end of it. Something had flowered against all reasonable advice, and heat sat on everything and slowed the day down. The weather made its own decisions all morning.