Since I first discovered photography in Croatia in 1976, it’s never really left me. Not for a day. It’s no longer just something I do. It’s how I see. A walk isn’t just a walk. Every shadow, every stranger, every...
Light & Thought
Short texts about light, photography, and presence.Thoughts that come while editing.
While walking. While watching the light change.
This space is for the quiet inner voice that accompanies the visual one.
Audience Comes Last
Rick Rubin said it best: “Audience comes last.” It feels backwards—but it’s not. Trying to please makes the work quieter. Trying to be real makes it speak. Create from your core, not from someone else’s...
Finding Your Fire
“What if I don’t know what I want yet?” That question is real. And necessary. Almost no one starts with clarity. You begin by trying things. Shooting what feels right. Then wrong. Then almost right. Over time, your...
“Yes, people are my specialty. And truth.
Because in the end, truth is the most beautiful thing we can show.”
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Finding Your Fire
“What if I don’t know what I want yet?” That question is real. And necessary. Almost no one starts with clarity. You begin by trying things. Shooting what feels right. Then wrong. Then almost right. Over time, your...
She laughed like only she can.
She moved into the light without asking why. That’s something she does—trusts the moment, follows the feeling. The laughter came quickly. But not from something funny. More like a release. A shift. A quiet crack in the...
Express > Impress
There’s this sentence from psychoanalysis: “Live your life to express the true you, not to impress others.” Photographer Vincent Peters once asked: “Do you want to impress with your images, or express through them?”...
The man was dancing. Or maybe just walking.
It was early. Too early for plans. The light came quietly, soft across the water, and everything felt slower. Two walked toward the sun. One moved alone, to the side. I don’t know if he danced or just shifted his...