Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

We pushed out before dawn while the limestone karsts were still swallowed in mist. The rowers moved without a word — just the drip of oars and the grey water opening ahead of us. I shot this frame the moment the fog lifted a few feet and the whole bay held its breath.

20.9101°, 107.1839° — where it was shot

Tulum, Quintana Roo, Mexico

The cenote drops into a cathedral of light and stone. Sixty feet down, the only sound is your own breathing. I framed the diver against a single shaft of sun cutting through the jungle above — a reminder of how thin the line is between two worlds.

20.3253°, -87.3899° — where it was shot

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Months of hand-beading go into a single suit. On Mardi Gras morning he stood on his stoop, all blue feathers and fierce eyes, carrying a tradition older than the city's street signs. This is the New Orleans I keep coming home to.

29.9511°, -90.0715° — where it was shot

Khumbu, Nepal Himalaya

You lose all sense of scale up here until a climber crosses the frame. Then the mountain answers you. We waited three hours for the clouds to tear open just long enough to place a single human being against all of that indifferent rock and snow.

27.9881°, 86.9250° — where it was shot

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Live music is the only assignment where you cannot ask for a second take. The set was almost over, the lighting rig had gone down to a single warm wash, and she leaned into the microphone for the last song of the night.

29.9435°, -90.0699° — where it was shot

Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada

The temperature killed two batteries before we found the line. But the light at the top of the run came in low and hard across the snow, and the rider hit the lip exactly where I had asked him to.

51.4254°, -116.1773° — where it was shot