“Sometimes, all you hear is the wind, your breath, and the quiet rhythm of your footsteps on the wet ground.”
The Azores surprised me with their raw beauty and light, a true paradise for landscape photography.
I wasn’t expecting the weather to change so fast, nor the light to be so alive. On these three islands : Terceira, São Miguel and Pico. I found a delicate balance between raw forces and quiet moments. The Atlantic wind, the scent of moss, the silence of a foggy morning… everything felt untouched, yet full of presence.
On Terceira, I walked through the Misterios Negros, surrounded by black lava, wet ferns, and twisted trees. In São Miguel, I waited for the clouds to lift above Lagoa do Canário, returning again and again to catch a glimpse of its turquoise water. On Pico, the fog hugged the landscape like a secret. The trees around Lagoa do Capitão looked like they had been there forever. I could barely see Mount Pico, but when the sun finally broke through the mist, it felt like a gift.
That’s what I love the most. Feeling small. Waiting for the right light. Letting the scene speak before I take the shot. The Azores taught me to slow down, to embrace uncertainty, and to see beauty in every shifting cloud.
These photographs are fragments of that journey. Traces of a place where landscapes breathe, and where nature reveals itself slowly, like a whispered story.
