PARTNERS WITH WHOM
I'VE SHARED MY STORIES
These are the stories and photographs I've done with some of the Partners I've worked with
Muscles never forget, I got back the feeling of lactic acid streaming through your leg muscles,
almost a masochist sensation that makes you keep pedaling in an inertia cycle that unconsciously moves your body
without even thinking about it.
There is almost a mystical notion on how the costarican past used to work and possibly still does in certain places of the country.
This small part of its folklore is an apprehension of truths that are already implanted in every tico,
though many might not even know it, this is their raison d’etre and what makes every culture so special.
...be completely mindful and become aware of our inner intentions to connect with something greater than ourselves.
A road of microclimate vegetation, rainforests, and pasturelands. This trip proved to myself that I can I still feel alive!
I know Halloween is over! But it's hard for me to accept how underestimated this celebration has become.
I love monsters and everything related, so I did a quest to find where Ghouls, Ghosts and Witches
hide after the trick or treating candy-hangover is over.
COSTA RICA TALK
...and all I could see were angry volcanoes, millions of years ago;
almost on an apocalyptic red landscape where lava steamed up the same waters I was captivated with,
creating layers and layers until they break the water's surface...and then I saw land...
Preserving magic in the wetlands of Sierpe.
A hypnotic attraction drawn by a weird first encounter left me wanting more.
My curiosity about this ghost-like town was aroused.
There’s no excuse to get out there and take advantage of the healing powers of Nature.
I’m going to share with you how I discovered Costa Rica’s natural secret to well being.
A few years ago I decided to go on a road-trip along the Península de Nicoya in Guanacaste, Costa Rica.
I will never forget the power of nature and how something so beautiful can be so wild and formidable.
Sometimes I like to just drive in oblivion; nothing on my mind but the road while listening to my favorite tunes.
It feels like escaping from everything. Will I ever go back? Do I really want to go back?
“…the fear of solitude is at root a fear of oneself…”
I'm open to explore any ideas