Each mountain season has its charm and its prerogatives, but the fall is precisely the moment when something magical happens: the colors explode in shades almost improbbabili, air becomes extremely fine and clean, the result of reduced evaporation of soil moisture, around there's hardly anyone, but only those who really love to walk in this beauty (the eateries are closed, it starts getting cold, the days get shorter ).
You understand that Autumn is my favorite, and given my passion for photography, this preference is more pronounced this year, infecting other photographer friends who have asked me to get them to do a trip.
And where better than the Val Buscagna could offer the best color of this wonderful season? In fact this is the first release that greeted us upon arrival at the beginning of the valley:
Enraptured, we sent in this spell, accompanied only by the sound of our footsteps and the click of the shutter, which did not end in 'working'.
I felt, at times, this season the soul of the Impressionist painters live again in these landscapes.
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