This year seems to be the year when there will be light at the end of the climate crisis tunnel. Luz al final del tunel Parece ser que este año que empieza se vislumbra luz al final del túnel de la crisis climática.
To escape the crowds and noise of Black Friday, I fled to the mountains. At night, the temperature dropped below freezing. The sleeping bag was at the limit of its insulating capacity. But the next morning, winter was there, silent and still. Y de repente, el invierno… Huyendo de las aglomeraciones de gente y el
The leaves of the trees are turning more and more ochre, until at a certain moment they fall from the tree. How do the leaves choose the moment to fall? Some mornings I have gone into the forest to see how it changes as autumn turns to winter. Trees are such lovely walking companions. El
Autumn is here. Although it is a cliché, for me it is one of the most beautiful seasons of the year and one of the most interesting for landscape photographers. So I decided to go on a little trip. In the region I visited, the Atlantic influences are fading away, giving way to a distinctly
This year, between spring and summer, I had planned a trip of about two or three months to a northern region in the high latitudes. It was a destination I had longed for for years, and I thought the time had come to make the journey before we end our existence in the world. But
For this International Mother Earth Day, let’s remind ourselves – more than ever – that we need a shift to a more sustainable economy that works for both people and the planet. Let’s promote harmony with nature and the Earth. – United Nations We all need a beautiful, fertile earth that welcomes and nourishes all
In the age of digital photography, we fill our storage devices with terabytes of our photographs. Some, the fewer, we throw them into the unfathomable and uncontrollable currents of social networks, where, if we are lucky, they will receive a few “likes” and then be buried under new posts, photos and comments. Perhaps one way
..when the winters were snowy and cold. After the snowfall, the days were clear and cold, and the landscape was peaceful, fragile and silent. We could only hear the crunch of snow under our boots as we walked and the occasional snow falling from tree branches, and in the squares of towns and cities, people
I had long wanted to visit a group of old friends who live on a hill, 400 metres above sea level. One morning, before the end of the year, I decided to take the road to the top of the hill. The torrents were coming down with a lot of water due to the heavy
In the last days of November, winter suddenly arrived. It snowed heavily. The snow, wet and heavy, caused many branches and some trees to break and fall to the ground. I wanted to go out and photograph, but laziness prevented me from doing so. There was always some “must-do” task to be done. Finally, before