In the Trebbia valley.
They say that when Hemingway crossed it, he defined it as the most beautiful valley in the world. Since I was a kid, I have never stopped visiting it. Initially, when its waters became impetuous, by Kayak I used to descend its bed, thus reaching points otherwise inaccessible. Nowadays I'm just taking photo about it. In this series, the images stories, through the eternal changing of the seasons, perhaps the most beautiful segment, the one that from Monte Penice descends towards Bobbio and goes up to Ponte Organasco, passing through Marsaglia and Brugnello, a small village, where stone, rocks, "cotto" and wood, wisely cutlery, have given birth to this wonder. Have a good sight.
They say that when Hemingway crossed it, he defined it as the most beautiful valley in the world. Since I was a kid, I have never stopped visiting it. Initially, when its waters became impetuous, by Kayak I used to descend its bed, thus reaching points otherwise inaccessible. Nowadays I'm just taking photo about it. In this series, the images stories, through the eternal changing of the seasons, perhaps the most beautiful segment, the one that from Monte Penice descends towards Bobbio and goes up to Ponte Organasco, passing through Marsaglia and Brugnello, a small village, where stone, rocks, "cotto" and wood, wisely cutlery, have given birth to this wonder. Have a good sight.
