Sylvan Spirits of the Dolomites
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, what I thought was a scourge transforms. In silence I can hear the sylvan spirits of the Dolomites at work. What are they planning?
The overwhelming fog becomes thinner and transforms in slim clouds that disappear. Over the pine forest a hole opens up and the mountain range of Latemar appears, severe and dominating. Icing on the cake, the sun lightens up the forest offering me this idyllic scene worth the landscapes of the Great North of Canada. Grateful, this is how I got acquainted with the sylvan spirits of the Dolomites.
Winter has been harsh this year. Some places have been covered up by a layer of snow as thick as eight meters and it is not uncommon to end our ascensions on kilometres of snow that should have already melted, sometimes so thick that rivers run underneath — which does not feel very comforting. Fog and rain are not here to improve our trekking conditions, although, as a photographer, I feel quite happy with these.
Here we are between sharp rocks, snow patches and rows of broken trees — destroyed by avalanches — trying to find a way to our daily destination. Everyday, a rain shower comes to rinse the path behind us. Fortunately, the sylvan spirits of the Dolomites are still watching over us and thanks to them, rare are the times where the rain can actually drench us.