What still drives me, after so many years, to get up before dawn and wander through woods, fields and swamps on cold winter mornings with my fingers freezing and my breath condensing in the camera’s viewfinder? Or to wait long hours in uncomfortable hides during the summer’s suffocating heat, with insects continuously tormenting me, in the hope of photographing a shy raptor at its nest, to achieve a shot I have already seen in my imagination?
      Photography is not my profession – I have always wanted it this way – and maybe this “non-dependence” enables me to feel the same emotions as many years ago, to continue to endure discomfort and fatigue. In exchange for what? I have often asked myself this, without finding a complete answer. I think that my motivation comes from within, from the desire to include an inner feeling, a vibration, an emotion in a photograph.
      To search in the surrounding reality for a picture that gives me satisfaction and achieves my desire to express myself, to encourage me to persist, endlessly, in this activity.
      Photography is the ideal instrument to capture an instant of radiance and colour, when matter and form work closely together to produce the miracle of light.
      I have often asked myself which was my best photograph… and the answer continues to remain the same: the one I still have to take. And so my journey continues...