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Stefano
THE WOOD(...)" Ever since my childhood I have always felt a sense of escapism. I have pursued it many times and in that vast wood I still manage to experience it. For many years I have sought after it and I will continue to do so in this infinite wood which instills fear whilst arousing and exciting one's conscience. Therein lies a fascination for the unknown and a desire to discover. A man needs to feel lost so that in being lost and fearing this sensation, he will rediscover a profound part of being.
The sky above the wood in its immensity is as vast as the desire to live.
Lost in these woods, I relive new loves, new hopes, new desires. I walk on and stand still, I have lost the path of my other professional life, but now it is time to live without rushing on.
You can live with sweet melancholy by simply letting go. I get mixed up but I come out on top. It is easy to build the future when your imagination and enthusiasm keep flowing in the vast wood.
The quiet runs deep and even without fully understanding why, you can agree to something or get carried away because a world without dreams is a difficult one.
Sitting beneath a pine tree or a beech, as if I were listening to the wind, I listen without the present.
(taken from: "Il cielo di novembre" by Sergio Crispino)
(taken from: "Il cielo di novembre" by Sergio Crispino)
Metamorphosis from the wood to ...the web
After 34 years of hunting with a gun and almost as many with a telephoto lens, here are some of my photos.
There is a selection of wildlife photos. Of the many which have put my skills to the test, I have chosen those which still arouse certain emotions.
My intention is not to show off our local species better than has ever been done before, but rather to share some forms and expressions with those who, like me, feel fulfilled by searching for wild animals and observing them.
There is a selection of wildlife photos. Of the many which have put my skills to the test, I have chosen those which still arouse certain emotions.
My intention is not to show off our local species better than has ever been done before, but rather to share some forms and expressions with those who, like me, feel fulfilled by searching for wild animals and observing them.
They are not portraits of technical perfection, given that none of the subjects was PHOTOGRAPHED/FILMED in captivity, they are fleeting appearances of the true inhabitants of the wood – above all the ungulates – with the distance, light and the many other difficulties associated with their natural habitat.
I want to reach out to those who still find something magical in lighting the gas under the coffee maker in the dark of the night but also to those who prefer to visit the mountains at a decidedly more reasonable time of day!
My aim is to persuade those who often indiscriminately point their fingers at all hunters sometimes without fully understanding the traditions that are handed down from generation to generation.
I can safely say you that many, perhaps not all hunters, become one with nature and that is why they manage to find themselves, their origins and to survive in this day and age, treasuring and embracing the incredible cunning of the animals.
It is difficult to persuade those who do not know that the fondest memories of those who kill their prey are not solely made up of blood and gunpowder,
My aim is to persuade those who often indiscriminately point their fingers at all hunters sometimes without fully understanding the traditions that are handed down from generation to generation.
I can safely say you that many, perhaps not all hunters, become one with nature and that is why they manage to find themselves, their origins and to survive in this day and age, treasuring and embracing the incredible cunning of the animals.
It is difficult to persuade those who do not know that the fondest memories of those who kill their prey are not solely made up of blood and gunpowder,
they are, more often than not, intense perfumes entwined with the breathtaking landscape, palpitations, primordial instincts and, why not, sometimes even bitter disappointment.
I could, as always, gladly witter on with stories about hunting but, for now, the words stop here.
Thank you for visiting my web site!
Stefano
