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My personal rule is to visit a new place at least once a year.
This selection of images was taken during a trip I took last year during the Christmas period. A short trip to a land that has the power to capture me every time I visit it... Sardinia.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have always been fascinated by the osprey. One of the main places where it is possible to observe it is the Sinis Peninsula.
So, on Christmas Eve I bought a ticket and, backpack on my shoulder, I left.
I absolutely didn't know what to expect. I walked a lot and visited its pearly coasts, the kingdom of quartz, beached posidonia, large dunes and Mediterranean scrub.
The only thing I can say is that until our eyes are lost in its sea, its coasts, the barren mountains and its incredible environmental and cultural diversity, we will never be able to understand the extreme beauty of this land. A land that has the power to capture and project you into a timeless world where it is possible to rediscover time, the real time, that of our interiority. A land behind whose beauty and harshness lies the delicate balance of the thread of life. A land where there are places where men were and still are an integral part of this balance.
On the 31st night I boarded the ferry to come back to the mainland (that's how the Sardinians call it). The following morning, the silence surrounded the Port of Civitavecchia, a prelude to a new year that would have highlighted (and continues to highlight) the hypocrisy of our false sense of omnipotence.
This selection of images was taken during a trip I took last year during the Christmas period. A short trip to a land that has the power to capture me every time I visit it... Sardinia.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have always been fascinated by the osprey. One of the main places where it is possible to observe it is the Sinis Peninsula.
So, on Christmas Eve I bought a ticket and, backpack on my shoulder, I left.
I absolutely didn't know what to expect. I walked a lot and visited its pearly coasts, the kingdom of quartz, beached posidonia, large dunes and Mediterranean scrub.
The only thing I can say is that until our eyes are lost in its sea, its coasts, the barren mountains and its incredible environmental and cultural diversity, we will never be able to understand the extreme beauty of this land. A land that has the power to capture and project you into a timeless world where it is possible to rediscover time, the real time, that of our interiority. A land behind whose beauty and harshness lies the delicate balance of the thread of life. A land where there are places where men were and still are an integral part of this balance.
On the 31st night I boarded the ferry to come back to the mainland (that's how the Sardinians call it). The following morning, the silence surrounded the Port of Civitavecchia, a prelude to a new year that would have highlighted (and continues to highlight) the hypocrisy of our false sense of omnipotence.