In the heart of São Miguel island, in the Azores, the volcanic lake of Sete Cidades lights up with the day's final breath.
The horizon burns silently in shades of orange and red, while the silhouette of the hills stretches into a single dark, motionless line.
In the foreground, black grass draws a soft edge that leads the eye toward the lake’s surface — a golden, vibrant liquid mirror, gently rippled by stillness.
It is a fragile, suspended moment in which nature becomes pure form, a spectator of itself.
As if the landscape were listening to the silence, waiting.
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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