“For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length–and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.”
Once a year i find myself at the Dolomites on a work assignment, the very first weekend of march. A sort of “last weekend of winter”, in the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen. Majestic peaks, breathtaking passes, quiet towns.
This time is not a story, is just a simple visual trip through one of the places I like the most. A simple trip through silent landscapes in black and white.