18/12/2025
Here is a sneak peek at a new image I am releasing just after Christmas, made on the southern edge of Portugal in the Algarve.
I have spent a lot of time in Portugal over the years, but this was my first trip below Comporta, down to a place that feels a little rougher, a little saltier, and a lot more honest. While the Algarve is wildly popular with Europeans, it still flies under the radar for many Americans. It should not. As a summer beach destination in Europe, it is surprisingly reasonable. The food is soulful and direct. Fresh fish pulled from cold water, grilled simply, served without fuss. The kind of meals you remember long after the plates are cleared.
The landscape stopped me cold. Miles of wild coastline, cliffs carved by wind and time, beaches that feel untamed and largely untouched. No endless rows of glass towers. Just open space, Atlantic waves, and light that changes everything it touches.
There is deep history here too. Long before beach towns and surf breaks, the Algarve was shaped by Phoenicians, Romans, and later the Moors, who left behind fortresses, winding streets, and a rhythm that still lingers. It was once considered the edge of the known world, a launching point for explorers who looked out at the ocean and decided to keep going.
This image comes from that feeling. Standing at the edge of land, with nothing but wind, water, and time in front of you.
