Thistle seeds break free from the mother plant and take flight, carried by an imperceptible breath of air.
Their light, almost ethereal structures catch the light and scatter it like threads of glass.
The scene is simple, yet full of meaning: it’s the exact moment when nature passes the baton, between the end of a bloom and the beginning of a journey, where the natural gesture becomes a silent choreography, suspended between stillness and release.
The deep green background isolates every detail, while the photograph becomes a hymn to lightness, to the fragility of time, and to the invisible force of the wind.
A tiny act, and yet immense, telling the story of life in its most delicate gesture: the art of letting go.
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.
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