An evening that started like any other One evening in Porto, Alex (nickname Aqua Freska) and I were walking around – me with my backpack and him with his crates of water. The sunset at Jardim do Morro had been watched; it was my daily ritual. From there I usually headed back home. This time […]

The Idea Is Born In Porto, I walked a lot—an average of 22,000 steps a day. One evening, I was walking past an intersection and saw out of the corner of my eye how a picture could be born here: the golden sun sinking, a tram gliding on the rails, light bouncing off a roof […]

The City Wakes Up It was a warm, bright morning. Porto opened its windows, and coffee shutters clattered open. Tourists gathered around maps and coffee cups, working people rushed to their own rhythm. I was doing what I do almost every day-walking with my camera, watching the light, and looking for a story. The View […]