Small corners, far removed from the more urban world. People full of stories and traditions that stimulate our intellect. A living more connected to nature, purer, and more human. That is everything we feel when lost in valleys or mountains, we come across small clusters of houses and people who, in their simplicity of living, allow us to bring in an image a piece of their paradise in the world.

The fog is mystical and attractive to my photographer's eye. It works as a curtain that gently lets you dazzle the beauty of the landscape behind. When thick, it saturates the horizon with blue or white and, as it fades, reveals the intensity of colours, shapes and textures. I don't chase the fog, but it has chased me. I do not mind; our encounters have proved unique, and I want to share them.

The snow is falling gently. Mountains are covered in a white blanket as far as the eye can see, trees filled with ice crystals and rivers of frozen water. Nature is in profound silence, only broken by our breathing. Or by a deer that dares to cross the valley. Or by the whistling wind. Or by the pounding of our heart due to our enthusiasm with such a mesmerizing nature.