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I tried very hard to capture the fog touching the hills. It was so beautiful 😢

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Snowfall. Chapter 2

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Dust was everywhere.

           In the air.

                       In your lungs.

And the longer you stood in the middle of the vast surroundings of the Washington ski lodge.

The air was cold around you like a thick fog capturing you in a bubble. Your (e/c) eyes look around the lodge in silence as you take in your surroundings. It hadn’t changed at all in the year that had passed. Everything was exactly as it was one year ago.

           An image that caused a chill to move up your spine.

The longer you looked the more you felt sadness creep in, tears threatening to spill over. You stand with your back to everyone, your body fixated on the dust covered counter tops. The dust mocked forever changed.

You feel your mood start to change at the thought, but it only changes for a moment before you feel the gentle caress of Josh’s hand finding yours. He holds your hand and offers you a small smile, a smile that seems to tell you he was feeling the same way.

Leaning your head against his shoulder his lips find the top of your head as you breathe each other in. Tonight, would be hard for the both of you, but you knew that, but you knew if you both stood together nothing could break you.

“I’m glad I have you…”

You hear him whisper before giving your forehead another kiss. He gives your hand a firm squeeze and dares to look down at you. For a moment, you see something in his eyes, a look that told you something was troubling him. Your brow furrows at the sight, but when you try to ask him what’s wrong he continues speaking. He continues before you have the chance to make him think about whatever is troubling him.

“… Without you I feel like I would’ve lost my mind a long time ago.”

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That place between asleep and awake can be haunting, thrilling, dramatic, exciting, and even soothing. Abstract art paintings of dreams like “The Fog of Dreams” capture the very essence of the surreal feelings floating from the heart and spirit as we dream. Butterflies turn into fireflies, and the grass around turns to a watery shore, the trees sway with a rhythm and the leaves encircle you as you walk with your lover down a road toward no particular destination at all.

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I’m an Italian-born photographer living in the San Francisco Bay Area. I got my first camera when I was 7 years old and have been taking photos ever since. I tend to gravitate toward landscape and nature photography, and I really enjoy traveling with my camera. My most recent travels have taken me to Norway (twice), Iceland, New Zealand and Italy.

When I’m home in San Francisco I take advantage of the multitude of beautiful places within an hour’s drive of my house. For the past year I’ve dedicated most of my photography outings to capturing the fog and rolling hills of Marin County, California. But I’ve also spend my fair share of time capturing the beautiful and jagged Northern California coast.

I’m not really sure how to describe my photographic style, but I know that I’m passionate about finding, enjoying, capturing and sharing some of the most beautiful corners of our planet.

What’s next? Definitely a third trip to northern Norway, and on my more distant radar I have my last continent, Antarctica.

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That place between asleep and awake can be haunting, thrilling, dramatic, exciting, and even soothing. Abstract art paintings of dreams like “The Fog of Dreams” capture the very essence of the surreal feelings floating from the heart and spirit as we dream. Butterflies turn into fireflies, and the grass around turns to a watery shore, the trees sway with a rhythm and the leaves encircle you as you walk with your lover down a road toward no particular destination at all.