Into the white

So much snow fallen that the lift to Tonale, like the road, had to remain closed. Silly skiers got sutck in the few pistes of Ponte di Legno facing snow-walls they would have loved to dodge.

At the end the first fresh snow, in a spring shaped day, had the usual tutti-frutti flavour: sweet and wilde, with some kind of melancholic aftertaste. I got to much fun to stop and shoot.