In the heart of Antelope Canyon, a deep red gorge carved by time in Arizona, sand doesn’t fall — it flows, like a thought.
Thin threads detach from the rock and descend into the void with a slow, almost liturgical rhythm.
Sand flows through forms shaped by geology over thousands of years, sculpted by water and wind, where light filters in only at certain moments and conditions, with just the right angle — generating spectacular plays of shadow.
Captured with a long exposure, the motion becomes a continuous veil, as if it were water.
This is an abstract-natural detail, where the landscape dissolves into gesture, light, and form.
The scene is real, yet it feels like a visual installation: a silent waterfall sculpting time, a motion that takes on sculptural meaning through a poetic gaze.
Each grain becomes a voice, each stream a breath: and the desert, motionless, transforms into a waterfall — of sand.
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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