I've never had problems with criticism, even ferocious (welcome! They are the engine of creative growth), but these statements on a photo always leave the time they find. I try to tell you my personal point of view on post-production.

A patch of land between Candelo and Cossato transports you to landscapes thousands of kilometers away.

Thirty years after the fall of the Berlin Wall, every meter that remains is a wonderful and moving experience.

Starting November 1941, the Nazis transformed the fortress of Theresienstadt, in the Czech Republic annexed in 1938, into a ghetto thanks to the funding of Jewish families.

After a journey of over seventy kilometers, the Cavour Canal enters the Galliate area and yields part of its waters to give life to the Vigevano branch.

Leri Cavour was the country residence of Camillo Benso, Count of Cavour, the farmhouse where I invent modern rice-growing.

Many photography friends are familiar with my critical point of view on “Street Photography”: I don't understand the need for this definition, for this label.

Two wonderful days spent working, with Livio Bourbon and other friends, on a small service to promote the refuge of the Frachey guides.

Canale Cavour stars in Chivasso. The intake building is a beautiful building built in industrial liberty style.

Vettignè is a village lost in the rice fields between Santhià and Formigliana, it is a magical place at many times of the year.

The race was organized by the Compagnia delle Acque Correnti, born in East Sesia among colleagues who are passionate about running, and by Coutenza Canali Cavour as part of the reclamation and irrigation week organized by ANBI.

One of the places in Canale Cavour that I love the most, because we had a difficult relationship at the beginning: the Formigliana unloader is easy to reach and is surrounded by a beautiful poplar grove.

Weeks of waiting, using The Photographer's Ephemeris to calculate the exact moment in which the sunrise would have been perfectly aligned with the Cavour Canal and where.

The “asciutta“ is that particular moment in which the canals are emptied in order to carry out the necessary maintenance.

The Cavour Canal always fascinated me, it is a long carpet of water that unrolls placidly and almost motionless across our land, the Po valley. We often perceive it only with the corner of our eye as we drive along one of the many bridges that cross it.

Marcello Libra, a great friend, teacher and splendid nature photographer, passed away today.

A great day organized by the friends of the Albenga Foto Festival immersed in the olive trees of Casanova Lerrone, where Fabio still has a small mill with stone millstones that produces a wonderful olive oil.

We have created a photographic set at Cascina Colombara to represent life in the Italian rice fields of the early nineteenth century.

An event can have the power to unite people: the photographic story of five wonderful days.