
Fourteen Days on the Patagonian Ice
A two-week traverse, a sled of camera bodies, and the twenty minutes that made it worth it.
Trips, frames and the long waits in between — written from the trailhead, the ferry, and the edit desk at 2 a.m.

A two-week traverse, a sled of camera bodies, and the twenty minutes that made it worth it.

Eighteen islands, four days of rain, and one afternoon that made the whole trip.

A series about leaving things out — horizon, silence, and the discipline of negative space.

An elopement above the treeline, then dinner for thirty in a barn that smelled of pine.

A pre-dawn scramble to the rim, and the long exposure that finally held still.

A season of families on the mountain — what golden hour does to a face.