Category: Mountain

The High Brembana Valley

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Here is a black and white photograph of a vast valley surrounded by imposing mountains. The peaks of the mountains stand majestically and almost seem to touch the sky, with their summits poking through the clouds.
The light in the photo is intense, creating strong contrasts between the shadows and the illuminated areas. There are many textures to admire in the photo, from the rugged rocks of the mountains to the foliage of the trees growing on the slopes.
One is enveloped by a feeling of calm and tranquility, almost as if time has stood still in that place isolated from the frenzies of modern life. The wild and unspoiled nature of the mountains seems to welcome anyone who approaches, offering a space for reflection and rejuvenation.

Ecco una fotografia in bianco e nero di una vasta valle circondata da montagne imponenti.
Le cime delle montagne si ergono in modo maestoso e sembrano quasi toccare il cielo, con le loro vette che spuntano tra le nuvole.
La luce della foto è intensa, creando forti contrasti tra le ombre e le zone illuminate.
Ci sono molte texture, dalle rocce scoscese delle montagne alle fronde degli alberi che crescono sui pendii.
Si è invasi da una sensazione di calma e di tranquillità, quasi come se il tempo si fosse fermato in quel luogo isolato dalle frenesie della vita moderna.
La natura selvaggia e incontaminata delle montagne sembra accogliere chiunque vi si avvicini, offrendo uno spazio per riflettere e rigenerarsi.

Nature does not make jumps!

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Look at the nature of this grass, save it fine and listen. Leaves, the cuckoo; many birds in the trees – who knows who they are? – with their cries and their peep, crickets in the grass, the wind passing through the leaves. A big concert that thrives life your, completely indifferent, detached from what happens to me, from death that aspect. The ants continue to walk, birds sing to them it gave, the wind blows.
Tiziano Terzani