High above the clouds, on the rugged flanks of Madeira's highest peak, Pico Ruivo, stand the skeletons of dead trees - silent, weathered and impressive. Their pale, leafless trunks stand out sharply against the thin air, like cracked pillars of a forgotten world. Skinned by weather and time, they stand like sentinels on the edge of the sky, shaped by storms and sun, by frost and fire.
Surrounded by seas of clouds and the raw, mountainous landscape, these dead trees radiate a melancholic beauty - a hushed reminder of what once grew. Their shapes are whimsical, their presence powerful. Here, at this altitude, where the air is thinner and the silence deeper, even the dead trees seem alive - as symbols of impermanence, pride and the eternal rhythm of nature.
Specializing in landscape and travel photography, his photographic portfolio tries to convey his love of the natural world. Focusing on capturing moments of magic light and transferring this on print, his images reflects a combination of patience, perseverance and dedication to capture the images in ways that show.. Read more…