This is my entry for #monomad challenge by
"We were like angels without ropes or nets".
I have this feeling in high mountain, the kingdom of freedom.
In a world obsessed by 'security', with the crazy pathologhy to create a fake world where zero risk (impossible), high mountain is the true and real space where we can finally feel the fragility and preciousness of life.
Along a thin snowy ridge towards Grand Tête de By (Valpelline, Alps between Italy/Swisse):
My friend Sergio:
And Mont Morion ridge, like a jagged back of a imaginary dinosaur:
Pictures taken with an old analogic Yashica FX-3, on Ilford HP5 film.
July 2001.