A splash of life.
Breaking the law: an unauthorized escape to the north of Garda Lake. Some freedom after so many months of house arrest.
The boundary between the physical state and the mental state starts here.
A leap into an ethereal dimension: the end of the certainties dictated by matter.
Fallen into Oblivion
Whoever knows how to observe, misses nothing.
A luxurious apartment with a view.
A marina asleep in the winter months.
Where does reality end? Where does the dream begin?
Between the River and the Sky
Watch carefully.
The flow of River Adige caresses the arches of Ponte Pietra
The Italian countryside, the productive one. The one that feeds men and animals, the tiring one, wet with the sweat of the brow and moved by calloused hands.
Its branches have felt the centuries pass, the succession of the seasons, countless storms, song of thousands birds and the play of generations of men.
Verona hides in the fog and reflects in the rain.
Light and Color of Garda Veronese
Ancestral heritage, foundation of humanity. Agriculture, the Land. People are abandoning it.
A row of Poplars reflected in a flooded paddy field. Po Valley 100%
I am always amazed at how rural areas have depopulated in favor of cities. A wonderful abandoned farmhouse in the middle of the splendid Po countryside is a sad sight.
The Land of Paddy Fields
Poplars between the Fields
A paddy field, symbol of agriculture, the primordial spark of human society, crossed by electric cables, symbol of unstoppable progress.
Discovering gems of the Po Valley
We live in the land of the Vineyards.
My oasis of relaxation.
Dreams' house
In the countryside, nothing ever ceases to have a function. Everything changes, never to change.
Not all walls are made to exclude / preclude. This wall is made to welcome.
Air matter, earthly matter
Con tanto sole, tanti anni fa.
