I love islands. Big ones, small ones. Tiny ones such as Hållö, barely a couple of kilometers of pink granite shaped by wind, sea and ice, where the look runs at 360°. Lying on it, a lighthouse, a handful of small wooden houses and tufts of flowers; swinging between rock and sky, clouds of gulls terns oystercatchers waders ducks and geese. In sight, the coast of Bohuslän with the lace of Smögen's roofs peeping through the rocky undulations of the coast, possibly the most characteristic village of the region. The look is back on the island: a hostel, lonely on a rock platform, provides the opportunity of a stay with unexpected comfort: Utpost Hållö (outpost), and the name couldn't be more appropriate. Isolation as a quiet testimonial, a place where to find for a few days an entirely "natural" peace (but not in July, when the place is assaulted by bathers); the pleasure - and the subtle torment at once - to be deprived of your car. Those were the perfect ingredients for a lovely and disintoxicating experience even in a country like Sweden, where there isn't really that much to disintoxicate from, after all.
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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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