Documentary Photography & Storytelling
Itās in my blood, this travel bug. I was born with it, into it, and it has only grown stronger with every passport stamp, every border crossing, every coastline Iāve walked on that signals the end of a continental mass that still hasnāt been swallowed up by the Ocean. Every year, as I stubbornly become… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Embracing the Unexpected
I visited Germany in the spring of 2018 and absolutely fell in love. I wasn't sure what to expect but the people, the food, and the cities blew me away in the short week I was there. I spent most of my time in Kƶln and was lucky enough to have local friends show me… Continue reading Germany 2018
Thankfully, youāre more likely to get sprayed by a 40-foot mechanical wood-and-steel elephant on a hot summer afternoon than to cross paths with an armoured knight these days in the Loire Valley, though both are fantastical notions.
Uncork your bottle of Patrimonio RosĆ© and voyage to Corsica, a romantic land of wonderfully exclusive wines and magical adventures.Ā
Photos of a wonderful month in Uruguay.
I asked for adventure and the Universe delivered. It was only day two and nothing was going according to plan. But that's okayā unpredictability was expected, it was, in a way, part of the plan. I almost postponed my flight to Florida just a week ago, worried about COVID restrictions and rising infections, toxic algae… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: According to Plan
In late 2015, I embarked on a nomadic journey through Brazil that forever changed my life. I wasnāt sure where exactly I would go or for how longā all I knew was I would start in the Amazon, head south to Uruguay, and stop at Iguazu Falls. After eighteen months on the road, I managed… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Leaving Colombia. Again.
After my previous visits, an early winter spent in Paris, the Alps, and Provence offered a completely different experience in France.
I spent a few unusually warm days in Amsterdam in the spring of 2018 and fell in love with the city.
Because women and water are life, and women in water are an oneiric fantasy brought to life. Like paintings come to life, their bodies become the perfect subjects against the ethereal canvas of the ocean.
Laura Restrepo Ortega 