An ancient olive tree bends in the night wind, its vibrant crown illuminated by the artificial glow of a swimming pool, where still water shines in electric blue.
The trunk, dark and gnarled, sinks into the shadows like a root of time, while the leaves flare in glowing green against the black sky.
Everything seems to waver between reality and vision, between nature and artifice.
A nocturnal scene that evokes both beauty and unease, a silence that creates a suspended, dreamlike atmosphere.
And thoughts drift away in the wind, like forgotten leaves.
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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