Foz do Douro

Foz is where Porto meets the Atlantic — a place shaped by wind, salt, stone and constant movement. I photograph it not as a postcard, but as a collection of moments: waves breaking against the lighthouse, trams passing through familiar streets, reflections in worn pavement, architecture, people, and the small details that give the neighborhood its character.

These photographs are my view of Foz — sometimes dramatic, sometimes quiet, and often somewhere between the two.