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In Italy's Apennine beech forest, respectful admiration or mindless destruction? Do I really need to ask?
Covered in scratches, my hair full of juniper needles, but for a magnificent pair of hornet robber flies (Asilus crabroniformis), it's worth every minute.
I am not fond of winter, though I appreciate the solitude, unique light, clean outlines, hot soups, and warm fires. But I dislike the cold, too many clothes and above all the melancholy...
One thousand, five hundred and twenty two. That’s how many images stretch between 1 November 2020, the first day of "Project 1522" and 31 December 2024 when I captioned...
Walking in the rain, jumping across puddles, squelching through mud. This May is not what you would expect from the normally arid foothills of the Velino massif in Abruzzo.
The days have gone by, and the weeks too, followed all too quickly by the months... and the more time elapses, the more difficult it is to just simply dive in and start posting...
Back after a month long computerless pause among the windswept Canary Islands... tenacious plants, millennia of intense desertification, life-giving mists and boundless black...
The first orchids in the wind-swept stony pastures of central Abruzzo.
New paths amongst the juniper scrub and downy oak woodland under the stern gaze of the Velino massif.
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