At the sea shore
As I walk along the seaside, seemingly insignificant details —shapes in the sand, the texture of the foam or the way the light bathes the rocks—capture my attention, often becoming small moments of revelation. Each of these photographs is born from those instants when the sea whispers something and one chooses to listen. It is the result of letting oneself be carried away by the rhythm of the waves, of observing calmly and allowing inspiration to appear spontaneously, between footsteps and tides.
Pines dancing under the moonlight.
The posidonia tree: posidonia is a plant!
Fishing in group before the sunrise.
Oxygenation: sea foam looks like oxygen coming out of the posidonia.
Summer flowers seem to open their arms to welcome the sun.
The last dance: the ultimate joy before dying.
The sand, an infinite art canvas.
The way to freedom.
The flow of sand,
The sea, our gold treasure.
The real virgin beaches are the untouched ones.
Forest by the river.