In the forest of Torres del Paine National Park, the trees don’t just grow: they reach for the light. Tall and slender, they lift the gaze upward in a sinuous dance of trunks and leaves.
The sun shining through the branches is the visual heart of the scene. The trunks create rhythm and depth, like the columns of a green nave. Though the image is filled with light, it holds a quiet intimacy, almost sacred.
Each ray crosses the canopy with delicacy, gliding over the trunks, lighting the shadow without breaking it. It’s late spring in Chilean Patagonia, and everything vibrates with stillness and harmony: the light, the shadows, even the air.
Walking into this forest feels like stepping into a vertical breath, a suspended world, where each tree is a voice and the forest a choir.
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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