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The river

Landscapes and emotions



The river presents an incredible variety of natural environments and landscapes, always changing. In these images I try to capture the beauty in all its aspects, from the most poetic to that of naturalistic interest. From source to mouth, the long course of the river shapes the landscape, shapes the towns and human activities, and perhaps even the very character of the people who live on its banks.

Let's explore these landscapes together through photographs

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Walking along the paths of "my" river in these beautiful late winter days, I met a person I hadn't seen for a long time, he too had a camera hanging from his neck: "well, as long as there's this around his neck it's a good sign", I exclaimed pointing at the camera, and meaning by this the passion for photography...


The Taro, which in Celtic meant impetuous, indomitable.

"Men who live on the banks of a river have a special relationship with it. It is an alliance, a fear, a limit, a magical border that gives both security and instability at the same time. Its incessant flow, its noise, is a companion that reassures and warns, an immutable constant that represents the equally hieratic and invariable flow of time and the succession of human events, large and small.

The man who lives next to the river observes him, sees a mobile painting, always changing. He grows up capable of reflecting and meditating, lively but never unconscious, respectful of nature, attentive to his balance, half sailor, half farmer, a mixture of sociability and prudence, curious to go down and upstream, jealous of his own piece of land along the shore.

The river is first of all water, the first root and necessity of life [...], the river is then a God, as the ancients believed, a God who represents at the same time the external nature, powerful and terrible, which of that is the personification, is the impalpable flow of the ages as well as the energetic currents of the Earth. [...] Once sacrifices and homages were offered to the rivers, their anthropomorphic statues personified them at the temples of the Greeks and Latins. Now, perhaps, the time of the gods has passed and forgetful men rise to the sound of the bells to pray to the One. But their gaze descends towards the valley and towards the banks, in the eyes there is respect, there is love, there is sacrosanct fear."

(taken from an old book without a cover, of which therefore I cannot find the title and author)




You can visit the photo album about the river at this link :