Snow, lifted by the wind, races along the ridge at over 3000 meters above sea level, pushed with force, yet with grace, as if the mountain were breathing into the sky.
The subject may be a mountain, but the true focus of the image is not the landscape itself, it’s the movement of light and wind, transforming the scene into something almost abstract: a painting, a vapor, a breath.
Matter dissolves. The ridgeline becomes a threshold, a shifting boundary between earth and sky.
An image suspended between motion and stillness, where nature dances with emptiness, as delicate as a veil of snow in flight.
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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