Photography allowed me to work with many publishers, and for years I sold my colour pictures to illustrate articles on magazines written by myself or by other professional writers. Of course mountain has always been the main subject of this work, but for some time my love for Nature led me to make reportages on wildlife, their protection and conservation. This proved to be a very intense experience that enabled me to explore an almost unknown realm and to get in touch with very special people who dedicate themselves entirely to the protection of our planet from the destruction caused by modern civilisation.

Today black and white photography and the work in my darkroom leave me no time for colour photography (and almost no time for climbing!) and to the editorial work that for some years was a big part of my life. Lack of time has become my worst enemy. It looks as if, with the passing of time, days follow one another at an increasingly higher speed. Months and seasons alternate at such a rate to leave me breathless as I felt when I was at 8,000 meters. Luckily enough, my love for the world around me keeps feeding the curiosity that in the past brought me on the summits of the mountains, and today brings me to materialize my feelings on a sheet of white paper inside a mysterious darkroom.