From time to time I chance to wonder why I devote my little spare time to taking pictures of animals, that especially happens when people can’t make out the sense of my passion and look puzzled at me. It is not always easy for us to understand why we behave in a certain way as what lies deep inside us is as huge, complex and varied as the world surrounding us. Accordingly ,I am perfectly aware that my passion is deeply-rooted. Human psyche and behaviour in the early stages of their development were strictly connected with the nature of primitive activities like hunting and so even nowadays it is possible for us to rediscover the same instincts which pushed pre-historic men within ourselves and revive ancients urges and aspirations. When a bear comes near you from among the bushes with its typical puffing breath, for a moment your heart beats strong in your breast and you look so attentively at it as a hunter of the Paleolithic Age used to. The long hours of slow pursuit and patient waiting seem to belong to an age-long script so many times performed. Not having a gun in your hands, that is not availing yourself of an artificial form of superiority, restores a sort of primeval purity and helps re-create the great ,almost religious respect our forefathers had for those animals .In this way the behavioural mechanisms typical of our species are re-established. But all this is not enough…. Maybe we need silence, too! Nature is able to create silence even from sounds. The leaves shaken by the wind or the pebbles moved by the waves of the sea become so the complement of this silence, give it a full ,round shape. This is the silence I look for when I set out to walk along the paths of the Alps at dawn or drag my sleigh along Finland’s snowy tracks. Photography requires and grants time to look at things according to a very slow temporal rhythm. Everything becomes important even the smallest details. Coldness, fog, light colours, anything may make it more or less probable to find the animal you want to take a picture of or affect the aesthetic quality of a photo.A photographer intensely lives the alternating of seasons .The changing of colours , deaths and births, cold and hot following each other in turns are an emotion which one feels every year as if it were always fresh and new. To sum up, these are some of the reasons which get me to carry a ten-kilo equipment on my back up to the 2500 metres of the high altitude pastures of Great Paradise Park! There are also others but the idea underlying all of them is that a photograph is a means rather than an end in itself.

 

 

Roberto Boccucci


 

 

 

 

 

 
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