Simple as it looks: a small pond especially appealing at this special time of the year, and two hours of pure joy and visual research, wallowing in 30 centimeters of soft moss. Here a small gallery of few different photo looks from the same scene, the opening one.
I've been back to the Car Graveyard (see September post), and it's my third time (I was there in December as well, even though those shots never made it to this website). This time green has been the main feature, and rightly so in June, when the lushest period for the Swedish plants begins. And when the "boundless power of Nature", which I was talking about in the autumn post, comes to live, measurable by eyes and through the color; to this I devote this post, with two cross-fades to the same subjects from the December session and this latest. (click Play to start). Here's one which doesn't belong to Sweden but has fully to do with the “stories from my North”. I came back few days ago from the Varanger Photo Tour in Norway, led together with Giulio Ielardi. A week-long journey packed with lights (both usual and “northern”), waves, snowstorms, wind and wings and nice people to guide along the Varangerfjord coastline to be hit by everything just mentioned, and much more. In a travel which has also been a journey into the memories in places that – due to timing, circumstances and life choices – I got to know in a turning point of my past, and one not even that recent anymore. Shags. The island of Hornøya and its thousands and thousands birds (in our hopes, on the snow) has understandably been one of the main courses of the trip program. We devoted two days to it, the first of which made us to drink from the goblet of the most pure Arctic: frozen wind and snow blizzards, rough water (boundary conditions to board... and above all to disembark) and lights as livid as suggestive. Flights. The second Hornøya day reconciled us with the Glacial Sea climate: a full sunny day, albeit chilly, and the chance to take some pictures of the thousands of birds in flight. Places. Ever-changing lights and as variable sceneries, between low shores, steep cliffs, sparse birch forests and endless and bare mountain uplands. Backstage. A.k.a. photo souvenirs, “family album” if you wish, only with a cooler name.
The first warmth lowers the snow level, and the night cold makes it more compact; grouses then leave the tree tops and more likely are visible on the ground. This male capercaillie was weighting its territory with slow steps, taking position in the waiting of the right moment to start its daily spring shows. This is a picture from last week, and it was intended to be a greeting for the coming mating season. Actually, the greeting appears to be already outdated: this very morning, passing by the same place, I found this bird already showing off in its courting display, so far still without any attendance (at least from its own class...).
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I live in Sweden, in Särna (Dalarna). The Chronicles are a photo diary about the nature (but not just) here around and from all the Scandinavian areas where my photo job takes me.
My book: "My Sweden - Tales from an Italian photographer in the North" is available in the bookstores and by the publisher.
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