Some rain, then a thick fog now hide this lake I came to photograph for the third time: the first time was dark and bland, and the second was, despite the wonderful lights, without my camera — yes, I did forgot it! Is Lago di Carezza cursed? I stand resolute and wait, hoping an opening in this impenetrable mass of steam. The fog comes and goes, the lake is limpid and its reflection perfect. Slowly,
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
Previously Night is passing without a hitch. We have a quick breakfast and a paracetamol tablet around 4AM then leave the camp in total darkness. Today is The Day and excitement is felt. Everybody is tired but thinking that in a few hours we will be Up There gives us wings. Last climb: Thorong-La pass The climb is tough and carried out in absolute silence. I am cradled by the feeling of my quick but regular heartbeat
After the gorgeous Langtang trek, I kept thinking about a face to face with Himalayan summits again. A few days later I give a call to a new friend I just met, Dan: “What a coincidence, I planned to leave for the same place the exact same day!”. That’s how I am about to begin a whole new adventure, the Annapurna Circuit. And the adventure starts quick enough with a young lady particularly sensitive to
Beyond the spiritual aspect of Nepalese cities with their numerous temples and places of worship, I feel more and more tempted by the transcendental vision for which men dedicated their life, sometimes even sacrificing it. The carriers of this vision are recognized by their massive stature and bad character and called Himalayas. They have become the object of my desire. The trek starts from Saphru Bensi early in the morning. The first steps are the most difficult.