I love the hour when the day is no more and the night is not yet, the blue hour of twilight, when the blue light spectrum of the sky still dominates and the night has not yet completely shrouded the landscape in its black cloak.


Trees become chimeras and the landscape loses its contours, dissolves.
In these moments of stillness and transformation, the world reveals itself in a special way, as in a dream image, diffuse, detached from everyday reality, but at the same time with an enraptured clarity.