In the heart of the Azores, the volcanic lake of Sete Cidades stretches out like a sheet of water and sky.
The horizon narrows to a thin line of shadow, as the sun is almost gone, hidden behind the hills, yet still present in the faint glow brushing the ridgelines: a golden trace lingering on the clouds and the still surface.
Here, the light is blue, liquid, and clear. The whole scene feels like a peaceful transition between day and night, between sky and water.
Everything reflects, everything quiets down: it’s a moment meant only to be watched, wordless, as if time itself had paused for an instant.
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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