Every photograph and film starts with going somewhere — on foot, by bike, sometimes by cable car when the legs give up. These are the journeys so far.
Germany's highest mountain, climbed the long way from Garmisch — through the Partnach valley, past glacial streams, up onto the ridge above the clouds. Two films, many sore muscles, zero regrets. Plus a via ferrata in the Karwendel for the head-for-heights test.
Day hikes around Chamonix with the white roof of Europe always in view — sunrise ridgelines, cowbells echoing across the valleys, and the cable car up the Aiguille du Midi for a look at the top of the world.
Venice before the crowds wake up — gondolas knocking gently against their moorings, golden light on the Doge's Palace, and getting deliberately lost in the maze of canals. A photographer's playground.
Flying into Dharamshala over the Kangra Valley, with the snow line of the Dhauladhar range glowing in the evening sun. The mountains where it all feels bigger — and where there are many more stories to come.
A winter road trip through the Alps — from the Dolomites into Austria, past frozen lakes and villages buried in white. Proof that the cold months are the most photogenic ones.
Not every adventure needs a plane ticket. Most of my wildlife work happens close to home — foggy river mornings, deer in the hay fields at dusk, storks on the chimney tops. The everyday wild, if you get up early enough.