prague, looking up (prague, czech republic)
During the rest of the time, I spent my time looking upward instead, and into the buildings.
Prague makes that easy. Baroque interiors that swallow the light, art nouveau glass throwing color across iron and stone, saints and lions and winged figures watching the city from every roofline. Most of it is a century or more old, built during a period when the Czechs were pouring everything into a national style of their own, right before the empire it belonged to fell apart. | 07/26
prague, at noon (prague, czech republic)
A day trip on almost no sleep, in the hardest light of the day, with the old town packed shoulder to shoulder. Not exactly the conditions you would choose.
So, as usual, instead of the postcard I went looking for the smaller things. Ironwork, doorways, shade on cobblestones, the parts of the city that nobody stops for. The chaos was still there, I just kept it out of frame.
Looking back at them now, I think they turned out better than the day deserved. | 07/26
pale eyes (prague, czech republic)
The jackdaw is the smallest of the crows and probably the most underrated. Look closely and you see the silver hood, the deep blue sheen in the wing, and that pale iris that makes them look permanently unimpressed with you.
They are extraordinarily social birds. Jackdaws pair for life, often bonding long before they are old enough to breed, and they stay with that partner year after year. They also recognise individual human faces and remember who has treated them badly. | 07/26
the locals of střelecký ostrov (prague, czech republic)
Before my day trip to Prague I put up a question sticker on Instagram, asking for ideas, since I was going there to photograph. Most answers were the usual, restaurants, food spots, places to eat. Then a friend mentioned a small island in the middle of the city where nutrias live, and said it had been his highlight. Once I looked it up, I was sold, and in the end it became my highlight too.
They are not native here at all. Nutrias come from South America and only ended up in Europe through the fur trade, escaping farms and quietly settling into rivers that were never meant for them. Now they sit on Střelecký ostrov, chewing on water lilies and chamomile like they have always belonged, entirely unbothered by the people a few meters away. | 07/26
děčín, the kingdom of peacocks (děčín, czech republic)
What started as a spontaneous border hop from Saxon Switzerland ended in one of the most graceful encounters I’ve had so far. Schloss Děčín isn’t just a castle, it’s a kingdom ruled by peacocks.
Me and my girlfriend were lucky enough to witness a rare display: both the male and female plumping up their feathers right next to each other. But the real "once-in-a-lifetime" moment was catching a peacock mid-flight. I honestly didn't even know they could fly until I saw this one gliding down from a high stone wall directly toward me. This series captures the raw elegance of these birds in a place I never expected to find them. | 03/26
a day in děčín (děčín, czech republic)
There’s a specific kind of magic that happens when you travel without a plan. This series captures our short escape to Děčín, just across the German border. Within the town you can feel elegant architecture meeting industrial history. Through the lens of my camera, I wanted to capture the contrast between the grand castle sitting high above the river and the hidden, quiet corners of the streets below. It was a day of pure exploration and the perfect second chapter to our trip through the mountains. | 03/26
