#176 Bikepacking Trip To Monschau

I’d been riding all day. 100km… perhaps more that day. I was exhausted by the end of the day. By the time I found this field near Monschau, I didn’t need much anymore… just somewhere to pitch the tent, something…
Evening skies, fading light and the final glow before night.

I’d been riding all day. 100km… perhaps more that day. I was exhausted by the end of the day. By the time I found this field near Monschau, I didn’t need much anymore… just somewhere to pitch the tent, something…

I could have pointed the camera straight at the sunset and called it a day. But the interesting part was everything around it… the water, the slopes, the greenery and the way the landscape kept stretching across the horizon. A…

This was probably my favorite beach in Corsica. It was remote enough that it never felt crowded, the sunsets were ridiculous, and it also happened to be a great nudist beach. I stayed there for three days — one night…

We Stayed Until The Light Was Gone The waves were getting darker, the sky was burning orange and neither of us was in any hurry to leave. We kept walking until there wasn’t much light left. Then we pitched our…

Me and a mate were driving along the west coast of New Zealand, jumping from one beach to another — Karekare, Piha and whatever else we could find along the way. Karekare was different. The sheer size of the beach,…

The whole place was completely calm. Meanwhile, the sky looked like it was putting on a show just for itself. Glad I was there for it.

This was taken during a trip to Zeeland a while back. The sun was dropping toward the horizon, turning everything orange, when this ship slowly moved into the frame. I remember watching it and thinking… yeah, this is the shot.…

I went to Stadspark for an evening walk and to take a few photos…and then the sky did this. Pure luck — because I’m usually not that lucky. But sometimes you really do end up in the right place at…

This photograph was taken in Corsica around Sunset and it was one of the best night in the tent I ever had with my girlfriend on our road trip.

On the way home I stopped by the bridge that goes over the rails in Sittard… and waited for the train to enter the scene. I took few shots and this one stood out.

This was in Portorož, Slovenia — a trip I won’t easily forget. Every evening, I would walk the beach with my camera, chasing light, chasing stillness. I don’t remember the exact settings that day. But I remember the air. The…