4:15 AM. Short night. The alarm clock rings. No rain clinking on the tent. It is a good sign. I put on my wet clothes and walk towards the car. Although easily accessible — meaning probably over-photographed —, yesterday I’ve been caught by the beauty and the mystic atmosphere of Lago di Carezza and then decided to go back there for dawn. But after twenty minutes of driving through passes, It feels like something is

After a month and a half stuck in my bed and a few weeks of rehab because of a sciatica, this last weekend has been a good occasion to start a harder rehab. Along with my fellow photographer Daniel Paravisini, we decided to go trekking in the Vercors Regional Natural Park in order to climb Grand Veymont, its highest summit. The program was: a 1000m difference of height to be climbed in three hours, around