A single tuft of yellow larch needles stretches upward, dense and compact, like a restrained explosion.
The filaments catch the raking light, glowing like raw gold, suspended in silence.
Each needle becomes a mark, each curve a graphic tension where the black background wraps, isolates, amplifies.
The image exists in balance between structure and lift, between geometry and natural form.
A sharp and silent composition, where lines and shapes intersect to generate movement.
And yet this upward motion is not a beginning, but a farewell.
The bright yellow is the final act before the fall: a prelude to winter, when the larch lets go and vanishes,
only to return, unseen, in the quiet promise of spring.
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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