11 March 2020


Italy, ongoing

I keep going back to the mountains to visit my friends. Every year, at the end of Spring, they leave their house in the valley to reach the higher pastures, together with their thirty cows. The place is magical: a large plateau nested in the Alps, called Alpe Veglia. Mobiles hardly work up there and the days are paced only by milking, cheese making and the ever-changing weather.

Danio is their son and I know him since he was two years old. It is beautiful to see him growing up in this landscape but also it made me realise how priceless is to keep our bond with nature alive and how important is for all of us to protect this realm at all costs.