The horizon is a burning wire, but the sea is a dark mouth. It kisses the sand with white, trembling lips, hungry to taste the earth. I love you like this tide, not with silence, but with the crash, the salt, and the relentless pull of the deep... #photography #poetry #california #beach #nature

The night is a blue skin stretched tight. The moon is a white fever in the void. These branches are my hands, dark and reaching. I do not love you with the sun’s easy promise. I love you like this light, singular, blinding, and burning a hole in the silence #photography #poetry #night #moonlight

That dirt road is a dare. Salt wind, soft light, no witnesses. Walk with me until the cliffs blush, then turn me around, kiss me like the tide: relentless, returning, and make the whole horizon our yes.... #photography #poetry #california

The mountain wears the grey like a vow of silence, but the earth is a lover who cannot keep a secret. It erupts in yellow fire, wild and desperate. I do not love you with the stone’s patience. I love you with this sudden gold, terrestrial, reckless, and burning to be seen. #photography #patagonia

The sky surrendered the light, and the ground took it back. A fever of gold burning down this path, wild, uncontained, and closing in. I don’t want a love that is safe or paved. I want this, overgrown, electric, and bright enough to light my way.... #photography #patagonia

They call this gloom, but I see a hunger in the clouds, a heavy kiss on the mountain's neck. The water is dark ink, waiting to speak. Don't give me easy sunshine. Give me this. A passion that weathers the grey, vast, wild, and breathing... #photography #patagonia

Gold blooms violent against the grey, screaming life where the wind runs cold. The skeleton tree claws at the sky, stripped of shadows, raw and bold. I want a love like this water, deep enough to drown the noise, vast enough to hold the storm... #photography #patagonia

The pines guard the silence with green hands. The lake drinks the sky, a mirror of deep thirst. Here, where the air smells of resin and distance, I love you. The mountains sleep, but my heart is awake, beating against the vast, blue cage of the afternoon... #photography #patagonia

In the green tangle, I found a forgotten sun. A magenta heart, blooming from the rough branch. It burns with the memory of a party, of wet lips and lime. It waits for you, as I wait, a single, vivid word in the silence of this garden... #photography #sanfrancisco #california

This sky is too loud with blue. These mountains don’t beg,they dare. Take my hand, pull me past doubt, and kiss me hard enough that the valley forgets our names and only remembers the heat.... #photography #patagonia #poetry #landscape

Between two wild trees blue water, a mountain holding its breath. Put your phone down—come here. Kiss me until my thoughts go airplane mode, until the cold lake learns heat, until distance cracks and we fly through it. #photography #patagonia

The sky rips open, a sudden wound of gold. The wind shakes the wildflowers, trembling like my hands. I love you in this cold air, where the light finally strikes the dark water. You are the storm clearing, the silence, the wild earth waiting to be found. #photography #patagonia #poetry

The sky is a heavy eyelid closing on the earth. I watch the water, trembling, and think of your breath. These stones are the hard words I never spoke, washed smooth by time. This Lake is restless as my blood, seeking you in the vast silence of this afternoon. #photography #poetry #patagonia

Low clouds drag their bellies over the ridge The lake turns slate under a hard wind Small islands sit like dark stones in the middle Yellow blooms cling to the bank after the rain I stand in damp air wanting your weight beside me to make this cold water feel human.... #photography #patagonia

On this stony shore I unlearn my name The lake keeps breathing your absence into my ribs I want you like fire hidden in wet rock Mountains hold the sky like a bruise Come closer love Let the wind write us in cold water.... #photography #patagonia #blueskyphotography #beachlife

Sand under my boots, yellow fire at the edge The lake holds a cold breath between two dark hills Clouds press down like a hand on my chest Say my name and I will walk into you, fearless.... #BlueSkyArtShow #Photography #BeachLife #patagonia #argentina

Yellow blossoms ignite the slope Below, the lake keeps its steel blue hush A dead tree reaches for shore like my hand for you Come closer, let the water write us, wild and clean.... #BlueSkyArtShow #Photography #BeachLife #patagonia #argentina

Under this bruised sky the lake rehearses your name, steel on steel. A lone boat stitches the distance, I pull the oars with my ribs. Come, let your light break me open, like dawn splitting cloud. #photography #patagonia

Patagonia, I rip the hush open. I run the green edge, I bite the cold lake. Mountains lock jaws; I refuse. I want you now, like fire wants air, I brand your name on my tongue, and fling it into the water until it roars.... #photography #patagonia #argentina

The asphalt curves like a dark lover’s waist, silent beneath the heavy, cloudy poncho of the sky, while the bushes ignite the air. I travel this vein of stone and silence, the ground is shouting with light, burning with the raw, terrestrial sulfur of bloom... #photography #patagonia #sevenlakes

See how the twisted branches claw the gray, In desperate reach to hold the light at bay! The lake below, a deep and throbbing vein, Reflects the sky’s intense and silent pain. A breathless hush, a pulse of raw desire, That sets the cold and misty air on fire. #patagonia #photography #argentina

Between these dark trunks the lake keeps breathing, a slow, silver animal under cloud-skin The wind combs the leaves like a patient hand I stand rooted in wet bark and shadow, waiting for your name to arrive across the water like a boat made of silence. #photography #patagonia #bariloche #argentina

Bark of dried blood and cinnamon, the arrayanes tearing at their own skin, shedding the dead year to stand naked. They burn with a cold, ancient fire, wild and unbroken, fiercer than I. #photography #patagonia

Lake, you hold the mountain’s lung in your gray hands. The wind combs the trees, writing my hunger in green. If you were here, even this cold water would flower, yellow, fierce, and faithful..... #photography #patagonia

Lake, bruised turquoise, biting my ankles, stones like cold bread under my feet. The wind salts my lips with distance. Clouds drag their white sleeves over the mountains. If you were here, your name would be a fire I shelter while the water speaks in dark syllables... #photography #patagonia

Rough bark, green hunger: in the cathedral of roots three horses move like slow fire under leaves. I call your name—wood answers, moss drinks it. Come: let my heart be bridled to your waist..... #photography #patagonia #argentina

These trees are the black ribs of the earth, hung with lichens—the old hair of rain. Between them the valley opens a pale wound of light. The wind writes your absence on every branch, and my heart, stubborn, keeps growing green. #photography #patagonia #bariloche #argentina

Yellow broom flames along the cliff. The lake, a blue blade, splits the valley. Clouds knead their gray bread over the peaks— and I, far from you, drink this wind to remember the weight of your name..... #photography #patagonia #argentina #barilochehttps

On this narrow bridge the forest leans in to listen, water speaks in broken silver over the stones. I cross, carrying your absence like a warm seed in my pocket... #photography #patagonia #bariloche #argentina

Through roots like knotted veins the path ascends, stones remember your weight, wood exhales green silence. I walk to the place where the trees keep your name, and my hunger turns to moss.......... #photography #patagonia #bariloche #argentina

Yellow blossoms ignite the shore, the lake holds your name in blue silence. Mountains shoulder the sky; my roots, restless, drink wind, and every petal is a small sun asking for you. #BlueSkyArtShow #FavoriteThings #Photography #BeachLife #patagonia #bariloche #argentina

#BlueSkyArtShow #FavoriteThings #Photography #BeachLife Stones and driftwood: the shore’s rough bread. The lake drinks the clouds, dark and patient. In the mountain’s ribs, the forest keeps its green fire. I, rooted in wind, wait for your step to reach my water.

In this thicket the light bites the leaves like salt on rough bread. The leaning trunk listens for your name, my heart, a root, digs deeper where your absence is a cool lake.... #photography #argentina #bariloche #patagonia

Two fallen trunks guard the path— the earth crossing its arms. I climb them; the forest opens a green mouth of light. Ahead, your name is a stream: I drink the shade and keep walking..... #photography #patagonia

Charred tree, you lift bone-arms into the blue, summoning my love from the far ridges. In your split wood the wind ferments my hunger; my hands keep gripping the stones of your absence, alive with ash.... #photography #patagonia

Patagonia, between two green jaws the lake lies, a cold blade. The sky cracks; a pale flame kisses the distant ridge. I press my hunger to that opening and call you, until the water trembles like skin.... #photography #patagonia

Patagonia, you open like a book of wind; on this road from Bariloche to Villa La Angostura the sky unbuttons its clouds of bread and wool, mountains drink the last salt of the sun, and my heart walks barefoot into your distance..... #photography #patagonia

Your mouth is the sun in my shadow, a sudden fire on this wooden shore. We are two currents crashing, a tangle of limbs and longing. I drink your kiss, the only water for my thirst..... #photography #buenosaires #tango

In this harsh sun, your shadow is my only shelter. We are tangled like roots by the river, a fierce embrace of dust and desire. My feet follow the map of your heart...... #photography #buenosaires #tango

The rock enters the water like a ship of silence. The trees, thin sailors, cling to the granite heart. They drink the savage wind, while the lake, a blue abyss, kisses the stone with cold lips. Here, the root and the wave sing the same eternal song....... #photography #patagonia

Through the green window of the forest's tangled hair, I see the blue eye of the world awake. The water breathes a cold, bright silence, and my soul drinks the distance.... #photography #patagonia

Oh ancient roots, clinging to the gray hips of the stone! You drink the lake’s blue silence, you endure the wind’s cold kiss. The water widens, a vast eye watching the mountains sleep. Here, my heart breaks open.... #photography #patagonia

Here the sky dissolves in violet hunger, and the moon burns, a small, cold sun. I wait with my black box, my glass eye open to the silence. The shadows lengthen like dark water, drowning the stones and the red leaves. I steal this pink eternity, before the world shuts its heavy eyelids. #photography

Upon the illuminated wooden planks, a frozen history in white linen. Parasols bloom indoors, waiting for the camera's single eye. Above, the hidden music plays. We watch, silent in the dark, as they construct a memory from light and painted gold... #photography #buenosaires

Between rough pillars of the ancients, the forest opens a secret eye. The world widens: immense, cold blue. A lonely island floats on sleeping water, while mountains rest their pale shoulders. A gateway of wild light, where deep roots look out on infinite solitude.... #photography #patagonia

Arrayanes stand like copper flames frozen mid-dance, their skin smooth as secrets, warm in a cold forest. No bark to hide behind, they show everything, every curve, every reaching limb, shameless in their burning. I walk among them quiet, an intruder in a temple.... #photography #patagonia

The lakes pour into each other, blue into blue, islands drifting like afterthoughts. I've been chasing this view my whole life without knowing it. Now I'm here, and I understand: some places don't need your words, they finish the sentence you never knew how to start... #photography #patagonia

The cinnamon tree burns in the cathedral of green, while the sun finds a way through. I look up and lose myself in the tangle, the reach, the endless climbing toward light. This forest was ancient before my tongue had words. I am only passing through its long, indifferent prayer... #photography

They give their bodies to the cold, The mountains watch, amused, tiny humans, brave and foolish, screaming at the shock, laughing at the sky. This is how you say yes to Patagonia: you strip, you leap, you let the ancient water burn you back to life... #photography #patagonia

I climbed to see everything, lakes scattered like broken mirrors, mountains wearing snow like crowns, the whole south sprawled beneath me in blues I have no words for. The dead tree at my feet saw this before me, will see it after. I am just a gasp between eternities.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.. #photography