This photograph was taken in Abu Dhabi in 2015, in a moment when the city briefly surrendered to the desert.

I was driving out of my garage when the sandstorm fully closed in. The sky turned opaque, the horizon dissolved, and the familiar geometry of roads and signs lost their authority. Everything was reduced to a single tone of yellow, dense and absolute. In front of the car, a lone figure crossed the street slowly, wrapped in a scarf, moving with the calm inevitability of someone who knows that resistance is pointless.

What strikes me today is the fragile illusion of control. I am inside a car, surrounded by technology, maps, air conditioning, a phone glowing on the dashboard — yet visibility is almost zero. The modern city, built to dominate climate and space, is suddenly paused by something ancient and indifferent. The man walking ahead becomes the only scale left, a human reference inside an erased landscape.

There is no drama in his posture, no rush. Just adaptation. The desert does not attack; it reminds. It reminds you that this land existed long before glass towers and highways, and that it will remain long after. For a brief moment, Abu Dhabi is not a global capital but a threshold between nature and human ambition.

This frame is not about the storm itself, but about coexistence. About the quiet humility imposed by nature when it decides to speak. A reminder that progress is real, but never absolute — and that sometimes, the most powerful images are taken when you are simply trying to go somewhere, and the world decides otherwise.

Photo of The Day — April 2, 2015 — Fujifilm X100T.


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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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