King of the Deadwood: A vibrant Eurasian Blue Tit claims its spot on the favorite dead branch in my garden. This particular perch has become a well-loved stage for the local birds, offering them a perfect vantage point against the soft, mottled colors of the background. The sharp detail in its blue and yellow plumage stands out beautifully, capturing a quiet moment of garden life.

Geometric Ascent: An exploration of how rigid, man-made geometry interacts with the natural horizon. The repetitive rectangular frames of the Faculty of Medicine create a rhythmic pattern of light and shadow that acts as a visual pointer. This strong diagonal line directs the eye toward the distant, rounded silhouette of the Nice Observatory.

The Shoreline Sentinel: A moment of quiet focus amidst the rhythmic pulse of the tide. I love how the sea foam washes over the pebbles just as this cormorant, looking sharp in its breeding plumage, stands its ground. There’s a prehistoric elegance to these birds that only reveals itself when you stop to watch them.

Nature’s Cathedral: Finding perspective among the giants. The way this jagged, moss-strewn spire reaches for the hazy sky creates a sense of ancient permanence. Following the stream as it cuts through the heavy stone is a reminder that even the softest elements can reshape the world if they are persistent enough.

A Lifetime in Step: On a day dedicated to romance, I found the most authentic version of it on a quiet village street. There is a profound beauty in life-long love, not the flashy, cinematic kind, but the steady, enduring kind that carries the groceries and walks in sync through the greyest of afternoons. The black and white tones help strip away the modern world, leaving just two souls navigating the narrow path of life together.

The Midnight Gardener: A late-night visitor rooting through the leaf litter at the back of the garden. There’s something humbling about realizing that while we sleep, the garden belongs to a completely different cast of characters. Capturing this required pushing my gear to its absolute limits in the near-total darkness.

High Tide Refuge: There’s a raw energy to the coast when the swell picks up. I loved how the crashing whitewater framed this cormorant, turning a simple perch into a front-row seat to the power of the ocean. It’s a reminder that even in the middle of the spray, there’s a place to stand firm.