Intuitions, impressions and experiences given by Nature through the art of photography
I made numerous attempts to seek perfection in nature in the place I call home: the majestic Dolomites. These mountains are my refuge where I can constantly find serenity and comfort.
After bowing several times before them, the "perfection" I was looking for finally arrived. The Pale di San Martino were humbly reflecting in the company of intense and rosy clouds. It was a rare occasion, I could not escape from such beauty. The fleeting moment was then imprinted through a single photograph.
Arriving in this desolate and inhospitable place in Iceland, I felt disoriented and unsafe. I was in the middle of a blizzard and had two options: to give up on exploration or to continue the journey. I decided to resist and embrace inhospitality. An opportunity immediately presented itself to me: in front of my eyes nature created a splendid watercolor painting where dry grass and snow-covered craters marked the clear transition between autumn and winter. The wind, if first it caused me a certain discomfort then, made me realize how indispensable it was in shaping the landscape perfectly. At that point I had no more doubts, I absolutely had to create my painting. After so much effort I managed to make it happen and make it a splendid and marked memory.
I was walking through the woods in the Dardagna valley when an enchanting waterfall surrounded by rich vegetation appeared before me. At my feet a still green fern that resisted the late autumn while at the top the warm colors distracted attention from the uninterrupted flow of the water. I immediately felt a sensation of profound well-being derived from the healthy environment in which I was. I then understood that I had been welcomed by the woods and I could only be pleasantly involved.
I was wandering into the unknown walking on the gravelly ground of the Gobi desert. I could only hear my footsteps and nothing else. When I reached the edge of a cliff, a new world opened up for me. The desert was no longer deserted but was an agglomeration of rock formations by no means trivial. All this had blown me away! On the contrary, I could not say the same about the absolute silence made known from the beginning. Despite the chaos created by the surrounding landscape it loomed over me overwhelmingly. However, it did not stop the insatiable desire to witness the captivating place.
It was a cool May afternoon, I was walking on a suggestive cliff of "Cantabria", rich in every kind of Nordic flower, when suddenly a ray of light in the darkness of the clouds he fell on the ocean concentrated to hit the only remaining rock. It was clear that spring wanted to reveal itself by giving me the opportunity to design a scenographic picture.
Wandering through the woods of Canfaito, I marveled at the many souls of the park. They were specimens of centuries-old beech trees that seemed not to have lost their authenticity. One in particular struck me with its magnificence. Its sturdy branches, its rich foliage still present despite the late autumn season were signs of a long-lived and powerful soul. I then stopped to observe it trying to bring out all its beauty and strength that continue to persist over time.