This photograph was taken in Teide Volcano National Park on the island of Tenerife and shows our beautiful Galaxy over an incredible volcanic landscape – a real night-photographer’s wonderland!
From my adventure in Tenerife, this image is the one that best represents my experience, both the ‘good’ and the ‘bad’ side. As you can see in the photo, the landscape is shaped by incredible volcanic structures that rise toward the sky as huge towers that perfectly frame the mighty Milky Way. Then, our home Galaxy, the Milky Way, seems to rise from a thick blanket of dust that scatters all the light from the faraway towns, creating a warm glow over the horizon.
This glow is caused by the “Calima,” a warm wind that comes from Africa, especially from the region of the Sahara Desert. This warm wind is always loaded with the sand of the desert and it has a big impact on night sky visibility, obscuring the sky and the beautiful Milky Way.
In the end, all the good and bad things came together perfectly in this image, giving me the chance to show you this incredible panorama and to come back home with a beautiful memory.
Abushe is a young boy from Jinka, Ethiopia, whom I had the pleasure of meeting and spending time with. I call him the Ethiopian miracle. Afflicted by the Waardenburg Syndrome, Abushe is only 12 years of age. I befriended him while in town and he enquired whether I wanted to meet his mother. Agreeing, he took me on a tuk-tuk drive through the periphery of Jinka. Subsequently, after a long walk we reached his home. My only hope is that Abushe will go back to school and leave street life behind him for good.
It was a clear-sky afternoon by the end of February. I was there having a small kiki at a friend’s place. As I enjoyed the last moments of a setting sun, I looked outside of the window and set my eyes onto the last ray of sunlight cutting through the buildings. A man on a bicycle steps into this ray, making it look like a path.
Piazza 8 Novembre, Milano
"Urban motion" It is a project that I have started since I started photographing and I think it will never have an end because one of the things I like most in the urban environment is to see the movement, the life that flows in everyday life. These shots of mine express my way of seeing the year 2020 which has changed and marked our existence forever and forced us to reflect on which path of the future to take.
Portrait of a Mundari child with a bull of the cattle (South Sudan).
The Mundari are cattle herders of South Sudan, the world's youngest country, who dedicate their lives to the care of their cattle.
The Mundari live in symbiosis with their cattle and nothing is more important for them than their bovines.
In their cattle camps, kids are doing most of the daily work.
One day Neptune, God of the Sea, was traveling his domain in his chariot drawn by nine white horses, when, passing in front of the mouth of the Rhone, he met a farmer who was having trouble with a black bull: "Here is my best horse; if you know how to make him a friend, he will be an irreplaceable ally against the black bull. But remember, he comes from the immensity of the sea and he was led by a god: it will be necessary, when he wants, to let him free to come and deeply breathe his marine and divine origins. "
"Recognize that mess,
give it a face and make it a friend's face,
scream at him your fears, exorcise it,...
then soar to the sky,
enjoy the flight finally free from the weight of the burden...
And the light will be again."
Photo dedicated to people suffering from autoimmune diseases, dedicated to their psychological processes, from recognition to acceptance and coexistence with the disease.
The “Bull Jumping” tests the bravery of Ukuli, who must be able to dominate his fears to become man.
Ukuli is partially shaved, he is stripped naked and rubbed with sand to wash away his sins and bad luck. He also wears two strips of bark around his chest as protection during the test.
f Hamer Ukuli fails to pass the test, because he falls more than four times, he must wait for the following year to retry the jump.
If successful, the young man receives an animal skin on his neck and finally celebrations start with dances and dazed sounds of rattles and horns.
Photo of our last winter adventure in the Rhaetian Alps.
Ok, we expected some snow but definitely not so much! We woke up early, the weather was bad, visibility almost zero throughout the hike, the small mountain huts were submerged under 3 meters of snow. This shot fully represents the situation we were in, totally captured by the few moments of light and by the landscape that surrounded us. This is a panorama composed by two horizontal shots.
I am very fond of this photo because it is the first one I took with the new sony a7iii.
That evening in June I went to Manarola in the famous Cinque Terre, I thought I would not take the Milky Way home because there were some clouds. Suddenly then, almost towards the end of the evening they opened, so I managed to immortalize the village of Manarola with the milky way
A shot taken in July in the company of a friend. we were in Liguria with a pizza and a beer. We had in mind to do a night in this very beautiful and particular cove and right there behind the rock a cruise ship did not want to know to leave .So we found a composition that would allow the rock to completely cover the ship and that created a natural glow without needing to do it in the post tra moisture and mosquitoes we waited at 2 o'clock at night when the milk would fall exactly above the rock . 5 stacking shots from 4 minutes and one for milky
...Alle 23:00 la luna veniva fuori dalla vallata,illuminando tutte le dune di sabbia bianca e i suoi magnifici Ginepri,Michela era pronta per scattare,lunga esposizione,lei immobile e nuda sui rami scolpiti dalla sabbia e dal vento...Solo la luce della luna,e tante stelle...
360 degree panoramic shot from the highest peak of Marmolada, Punta Penia 3343m, Dolomites, Italy
the human figure in the photo is carlo budel, the manager of the \"penia hut\" that can be seen on the right in the photo.
he spends 90 days here without ever getting off, he has also written a book about what he experienced here at the top and is called \"the sentinel of the dolomites\".
from up here you can see all the peaks of the dolomites: piz boè, antelao, pelmo, punta nino, pale di san martino, catinaccio group, sassolungo
In Italy, on the border between the regions of Molise and Puglia there is an unknown territory where its sinuous shapes draw abstract shapes with the complicity of the peasants who with their sowings color the territory, the natural light with its changes make everything magical .This territory is located between the municipalities of Ururi (Molise) and serracapriola (Puglia) in an area not easy to reach. The shots were taken in autumn and winter because both the territory and the light are magically perfect.
In realtà il direttore è un povero abitante del paese di Vinca dove nella seconda guerra mondiale ci fu l'eccidio e vennero uccise 162 persone e l'orchestra è un plotone di esecuzione nazista.Questo è uno scatto che feci in agosto, solito mese in cui ci fu l'eccidio,il cielo alla partenza era sereno e arrivato in quel punto trovai quella situazione un po'inquietante.I soldati dell'Aufklärungs-Abteilung 16 ("Reparto esplorante 16") comandato dal maggiore Walter Reder (dipendente dalla 16. SS-Panzergrenadier-Division "Reichsführer-SS") arrivarono al paese di Vinca nella prima mattinata del 24 agosto, salendo da Monzone, mentre altre colonne accerchiarono la zona dalle valli sul versante della Garfagnana e da quello di Carrara. Un centinaio di brigatisti neri di Carrara guidarono le SS lungo i sentieri nei boschi limitrofi per trovare la popolazione civile, che vi si era rifugiata all'arrivo dei convogli; difatti, la maggior parte delle vittime si rinvenne fuori dall'abitato.
Una volta bloccato l'accesso al villaggio, i Nazifascisti iniziarono a uccidere gli abitanti rimasti (quasi tutti vecchi e invalidi poiché chi poteva era fuggito nei boschi) e a saccheggiare e bruciare le case.Alcune testimonianze riportarono che gli aguzzini avevano un organetto che facevano suonare mentre uccidevano passando di casa in casa, dettaglio questo comune ad altre stragi perpetrate in zona.Da questo racconto nacque il titolo di questa foto.
Eartshine Moon and Lenticular Cloud Over Mount Etna Eruption Unesco World Heritage Site
Day 27 July, I was preparing to photograph the Moon that stood near the star Aldebaran. I had decided to go near the small town of Bronte, its western side of the volcano Etna (Unesco Site), and wait for dawn. On the same day, however, Etna awoke and two cracks in the south-east crater began intense volcanic activity with the formation of two lava flows and sporadic pyroclastic material jets. The phenomenon could be observed from the south-south west slopes but despite having the possibility of going to the site, I decided to respect the initial plans. To my enormous surprise, I could see that some lenticular clouds aligned perfectly on the mountain top from the point of shooting I had initially chosen. The show was incredible!!!!....especially when the Moon rose. The most beautiful moment occurred when it passed behind the cloud allowing me to capture various celestial and terrestrial details: the Moon in cinereal light whose brightness was partially shielded, the same lenticular cloud, iridescences spread over the edge of the cloud, contrasts of shadows and lights in the sky with the cloud that partially blocked the moonbeams leaving the stars in the dark sky visible and finally…. the eruption with the fountains and the lava flow.
And I picked up a pile of dust in my hand, showed it to him and asked for as many years of life to be given how many grains I held in my hand. O poor fool me! I forgot to ask him that those years were of youth. Taken from "Metamorphosis" (Ovid)
Tre Cime di Lavaredo is a gorgeous spot located in the Italian Dolomites. I took this picture from a different position, and I used the rock of the gallery as a natural frame.
English title: "Sun on the face"
The Orthodox priest of the magnificent and remote monolithic church of \"Abuna Yemata Guh\", built on top of a rocky pinnacle in northern Ethiopia, motionless on the edge of the narrow and dangerous path overlooking the canyon and leading to the church, is shaken by the strong wind which crosses the gorge and which risks dropping him for almost 300 meters. In this sudden and unrepeatable moment, his white tunic and the plume used for blessings move in the wind illuminated by the rays of the sun.
"La morte in faccia.. "
Dopo tanti anni di frequentazione di queste risaie , finalmente sono riuscito ad immortalare, per me, lo scatto perfetto! Nel periodo pre migrazione, questi aironi rossi cercano di nutrirsi il più possibile approfittando dell'abbondanza di prede presenti nelle risaie. Sognavo da tempo uno scatto del genere, che mi permettesse di vedere le espressioni particolari dei due soggetti. Posso anche dire con soddisfazione, che questo scatto è completamente wild, ma solo tanta pazienza , perseveranza e perchè no, un po' di fortuna!
Between October and December I have been in Val d'Orcia, in Tuscany, to create impressive images using the fog and the light of dawn, a typical phenomenon of this period.
Tuscan farmhouse with row of cypress trees shrouded in autumn sunrise mists in Val d'Orcia, Italy.
Castiglione d’Orcia, Poggio Covili, Siena.
The loricate pine in the Pollino park appear to those who look at them, clinging to the rocks, exposed to the rigors of winter, winds and bad weather that draw their contours in a unique way; almost as if they were moving arms pointing to the sky, legendary figures with tormented movements, offer scenarios that entice the visitor to interpret with their own creativity.Being in the midst of the loricate pines or "living fossils" is like a fairytale, it seems to go back in time. A place that is little known and unspoiled, however it deserves to be seen all over the world.
This is the necropolis of Montessu in Villaperuccio, a place of graves and Domus de Janas (house of witches! but his role is to be a little church with graves inside of the building), carved in the stone more than 4000 years ago.
This are some of the most representative corners of this place, which is not so small indeed, there are too many graves and holes with symbols carved in the stone.
In particular, in first one where the point of view is inside from one grave, it is possible to see spyrals in the right front... a bit far for a view from the computer.
So I've lightpainted inside and outside this buildings, realizing also some kind of face with the structure of the Domus, under a undefinied number of stars and our Galaxy Milky way
This is a stricted - limited area under control of Italian Government MIBACT but I got protocol - certified request which allows me to do this photos here.
Fishermen know that nothing is taken for granted, that every day is a day for which to be grateful, that the sacrifice becomes sleep and rest, that solitude and silence beautify the encounters, that their gestures and actions are values and traditions, ancestors who continue to live, that the respect and humility are communication and harmony with nature.
Sonia, the fisherman, the Lagoon: a gaze into the soul
To know, to make myself known and to know myself ...
The fisherman welcomed me in his life, in his family and in “his” lagoon: a transitional environment, land and water that is not yet sea. Sunrises and sunsets, autumn fog and cold of winter, scorching sun and bad weather that marks the skin; exertion and sacrifice that are skills and wisdom first.
The life of the fisherman is a constant love declaration for the unique spectacle of nature, it is an oath of fidelity, a total dedication, it is the choice of a path of humility and trust.There is no certainty outside the efforts and fatigue of days that start when it is still night and end once you are back on shore. Only with your feet on dry land you can allow yourself to feel tired. Nothing is taken for granted in a constantly changing nature, in the absence of logic or proportion between commitment and result, not even coming back home at the end of a day on the water. It’s by sharing the journies at sea and the warmth of returning home, immersed in the lagoon of Marano, in its nature, among its people, with its rhythms, that I felt the harmony with which the fisherman Arnaldo is in this environment, in this life, and I recognized in his face and in his body a creation of the lagoon itself, which could never be elsewhere, that could never, in spite of everything, live without it.
Sovereign tyrant who caresses our lives by enveloping the soul in our destiny.
Invisible sovereign who marks the rising and setting of the sun.
Forgotten and undervalued sovereign whom we will ask for forgiveness.
It is in the face of a global pandemic, where domestic walls become the prison of an imposed quarantine, that the concept of Time is re-evaluated.
A new value, a new meaning.
Fear, discomfort, altered perception of distances.
Life that stops inside and slips outside.
Is it possible to capture time in a photograph?
In these shots, Teresa Bontà depicts the emotions that this silent ruler paints on our perceptions.
The darkest and most introspective ones, resulting from making contact with our deepest self.
Thus he paints real pictures with his objective, in which everyone can glimpse personal emotions.
I have been commuting for a few years now. Railway station, an immense crossroad of individuals of all ethnicities and nationalities, has become my hunting ground. In this fascinating no-man's-land so many stories intertwine every day and all of them deserve to be told. I do what I can. I believe that shooting is a way of circumventing Time for a moment and secretly caressing Eternity.
Being able to catch those small nuances of daily life that can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, this is the challenge. A look, a gesture, an expression. No man is an island? The opposite is true! And every time I sail through these archipelagos of souls, I am enchanted by the variety of microclimates. I imagine myself going through them with a submarine. My camera is the periscope. With every photo I take, I steal a frame from the hypothetical movie I'm shooting in my mind. How many main characters in thousands of screenplays for millions of movies that I will never see! I wish I could hug them tight and telling "everything will be all right"... or hearing them saying that to me. But it is not possible. So I take a photograph to bring with me forever.
And you have always been there, wrapped in clouds, or hidden behind the storm, or shining with vermilion red in the early morning. I am lucky, and I thank you, because every time I come to see you, you allow yourself to be contemplated with the calm and beauty that only those who have been there can understand. And every time, like the first time, you give me back the peace I miss. Thank you. Sunrise at Cerro Torre, Patagonia Argentina.
Aerial view of Pietrapertosa, a pearl nestled among the small mountain ranges of the "Southern Dolomites" in Basilicata. Small village with less than 1000 inhabitants built on the wall of the small mountain range, a pleasant situation was created with a light haze in the distance and low clouds together with a mixture of lights and shadows on the village, and that is why I wanted to capture this scenario.
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