Honestly the toughest spot was on the edge of a volcanic caldera in Iceland, the day the ash started pouring. The wind was whipping, the air thick with ash, and my camera was freezing every second I took a shot. I was balancing on a slick ledge, trying to capture the plume rising like a living thing, while the ground beneath me was cracking. I missed that huge splash of lava right at the base because I was too focused on framing the shot, but the adrenaline and the raw, untamed scene made it unforgettable.

Thanks! It’s all about chasing that edge—pushing the lens, the limits, the story. Next one’s waiting.