An ancient path winds into the forest like a forgotten gateway — a secret corridor beneath the trees.
Stones, worn smooth by time, draw a line between two walls of moss, soft and damp like vegetal skin.
The light, filtered through the leaves, ignites every shade of green: from emerald glows to deeper shadows, in a constant play between matter and breath — where color becomes more than pigment, it lives.
This is not just a passage: it’s a silent invitation. To pause. To step in.
The forest becomes a quiet cathedral, the trail a ritual of entry toward something nameless.
And all around, everything is still. But if you listen closely, you might hear the moss whisper.
Born in Milan on November 28, 1977, I’ve been living in Bormio for many years, where I work as a ski instructor and draw endless inspiration from the surrounding mountains and nature.
Photography, to me, is not just about representation, it’s about interpretation.
Many of my..
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