Joel Davanzo

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Urdaibai has something that’s hard to explain. Nothing needs to happen for you to want to stay. The paths by the water, houses nestled among mountains, and ever-changing sky that seems different every five minutes…

The north quietly reminds you

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@keviinbarbosa Qué manera de romperla, Kevin 🔥

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Horizons that invite you to pause. Still water, a moving sky, and the feeling of being exactly where you need to be. At Pedrezuela Reservoir, every moment changes quietly—that’s where photography comes alive.

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A summer morning in Les Landes, enjoying the peace away from the coast’s hustle and bustle. Soustons, Landes, France

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The Plencia estuary, calm boats, and a slower pace 🌊⛵
A place where everything seems to be exactly where it belongs

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Biking through winter’s cold landscapes.

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La calma del agua, la paciencia del gesto y la conexión con el entorno. En el Embalse de Pedrezuela, pescar es detener el tiempo y observar. Cada momento capturado cuenta una historia de lo esencial: aquello que no siempre se ve, pero siempre se

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La última nieve resiste en La Pinilla, cubriendo las cumbres y las heridas del fuego del verano pasado. Bajo el blanco, el monte recuerda. Pero la naturaleza insiste: poco a poco, vuelve la esperanza.

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Acantilados, roca caliza, prados verdes y el azul intenso del Cantábrico. Los Bufones de Buelna, en Llanes, ofrecen algo difícil de encontrar: tranquilidad. Un lugar para caminar despacio y contemplar el paisaje.

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Entre balcones, farolas y fachadas con historia, el casco viejo de Bilbao siempre tiene algo que descubrir. Calles estrechas, detalles ocultos y rincones que cambian según cómo los mires. A veces, solo hay que detenerse y observar.

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Entre alas enormes y pasos pesados, Urdaibai revela su lado más salvaje. Buitres en silencio desde las alturas y jabalíes recorriendo el bosque con una fuerza serena que impone respeto. Aquí, cada rincón está lleno de vida.

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The season’s final flames 🔥
The cold is fading… and so are these peaceful moments by the fire 🍂

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A sea cliff with textures that tell of time, and above it, a tree that endures and gazes toward the horizon. It may not be the most comfortable place, but it is one of the most beautiful to be.

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Between stone, silence, and open skies. El Muyo and the black villages of the Sierra de Ayllón need no filters: narrow lanes, slate roofs, and time moving slowly through every corner. Life is simpler here—and perhaps more authentic for it.

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Some towns smell of salt, rain, and the sea from the very first moment. Bermeo is one of them: boats resting in the harbor, colorful facades, and a special blend of seafaring tradition and the peaceful life of the Cantabrian coast. A place to

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Discreet, elegant, and almost invisible in the forest. Some animals don’t need to roar to command attention. The lynx simply appears, and everything around it seems to pause for a moment. One of those gazes that makes the camera fade into the

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Walking through Hita means wandering among stone, history, and literature. Medieval streets, walls that still preserve centuries of memory, and verses brought to life since the time of the Archpriest of Hita and his Book of Good Love. Some villages

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Walking through Hita means wandering among stone, history, and literature. Medieval streets, walls that still preserve centuries of memory, and verses that live on from the time of the Archpriest of Hita and his Book of Good Love. Some villages are

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Madrid isn’t always meant to be understood. Sometimes, it’s enough to simply walk through it. Empty squares, impossible skies, and buildings that have watched life go by for centuries. Happy San Isidro.