Being a city girl, my everyday notion of nature usually ends with cats climbing roofs, trees along the avenues, luscious … More
Playing with perspective in that moment on the top of a hill, looking at the view from the family ”weekend” … More
Sometimes, I feel spring wakes up our soul with its desires and dreams, gets us going joyfully again in that … More
Living in Paris always leaves one with the impression this glorious city is all or at least the best the … More
From the seed to the flower, from the fruit to the fallen leaves, the roots and the empty branches…
There’s nothing saying new horizons better than superb views, especially those including water or the higher bird-like eye. It inevitably … More
The cut between the summer holidays and working autumn that has now transformed into a chilling winter seems more brutal than the one during school years when the classes and the tests began.
Water is healing. Petrohué River, Los Lagos, Chile.
The view or the smell of pine tress brings back so many things. The feel of summer alone, then the favourite summers of my childhood on the many islands of our neighboring country.
I’ve always had a special relation to cliffs and edges of any sort – fascination and vertigo entwined, in the most curious of minds. Of parts of my mind at least.
Nothing quite like a cloud reflecting in a lake. Besides a mountain doing the same. Andes, Atacama, Chile. For WPC.
I don’t think much when it comes to framing my pictures while roaming around. If it’s not the actual walls of the streets’ houses, it has to be the empty branches or the green leaves of trees.
The charm of the Los Lagos Region in the South of Chile, right before the more famous Patagonia starts.