The Three Towers of Paine rise like a stone prayer at the heart of Chilean Patagonia. The entire scene is wrapped in glacial silence: no reflections, no wind: only the opaque blue of Lake Pehoé, cradling snow and stone like an altar.
It’s spring, and the snow is slowly melting, making way for summer. A quiet, almost imperceptible transition that adds a soft melancholy to this still landscape.
The mountains seem suspended, while clouds brush their summits as if in silent consecration.
Every element is static yet alive: cold, dense water, chiseled cliffs, a light that softens rather than illuminates.
This is a sacred landscape, where nature doesn’t display itself, it reveals itself. Quietly.
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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