Photo: Torbole, Lake Garda, Italy – Fifty Years of Motion, One Moment of Clarity
I took this photo during one of those endless summers. One frame that shows what motion really feels like.
For fifty years, I kept coming back here.
As a child, I learned to windsurf.
As a teenager, I searched for freedom and sometimes for a way out.
As an adult, I looked for clarity in all that movement.
As a child, I learned to windsurf.
As a teenager, I searched for freedom and sometimes for a way out.
As an adult, I looked for clarity in all that movement.
Torbole, with its restless winds and open lake, was never just a holiday spot.
It was a mirror for me: shifting, searching, alive.
Sometimes messy, sometimes beautiful, always real.
It was a mirror for me: shifting, searching, alive.
Sometimes messy, sometimes beautiful, always real.