The best winter city photographs often come from a very narrow window: fresh snow, clearing skies and the short blue-hour period before the night turns black. This post is about how I watch for those evenings in Bergen and prepare for them when they finally arrive.

Antelope Canyon is one of the few places I have photographed that felt almost unreal while standing inside it. This post reflects on the timing, pressure and shifting light behind one of my most memorable images from the American West.

A personal reflection on photographing the northern lights in Arctic Norway, and on the practical choices that help turn patience, darkness and sudden colour into a strong image.

A reflection on how I try to photograph scale in the American West — from the open vastness of the Grand Canyon and Horseshoe Bend to the tighter sandstone drama of Antelope Canyon and Yosemite.

Dubai and Abu Dhabi belong to the same country, but they left two very different visual impressions on me. This post reflects on the contrast between spectacle and calm, and how that difference shaped the way I photographed both cities.

A Brooklyn Bridge photograph taken at blue hour became both my favourite image from New York and one of the prints I most enjoy living with. This post is about why the black-and-white version works so well on the wall as well as on screen.