A silent explosion of yellow larch needles recalls a natural firework, suspended in darkness.
Light ignites each filament, outlining its edges like golden sparks, while the underexposed background enhances contrast and isolates the form.
There’s no clear point where the image begins or ends: it’s a blooming of directions, a vegetal choreography pulsing in shadow.
It’s a woodland firework, a flash that lights up the moment: turning its final glow into pure visual energy.
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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