DOLOMITES
INDIAN SUMMER IN THE ALPS
A quiet path, a cabin that feels like home, and sharp peaks burning in the sunset.
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During autumn, the Dolomites reveal all their magic: golden larches, deep blue shadows, and rock faces glowing with a vibrant orange hue–the famous ‘Dolomite glow’, or ‘Enrosadira’. I love setting off early when the valley is still asleep, when the frost crunches underfoot and the air is so fresh that it wakes you up with every breath. When the first rays of sun touch the mountain peaks and slowly sink into the valley, time seems to stand still for a moment.
As the fire on Monte Pelmo faded, these jagged peaks took over in the quiet blue hour.
Everything else feels small beneath the mighty Monte Pelmo.
When the sun touched the golden larches, it felt like autumn at its best.
“The first rays of light make you forget everything else.”
Where autumn turns to gold and every sunset feels like Indian Summer.
Clouds rolled by at Passo Giau, with just a hint of afterglow left in the blue hour.
Everything else feels small beneath the mighty Monte Pelmo.
As the fire on Monte Pelmo faded, these jagged peaks took over in the quiet blue hour.
When the sun touched the golden larches, it felt like autumn at its best.
“The first rays of light make you forget everything else.”
Clouds rolled by at Passo Giau, with just a hint of afterglow left in the blue hour.
Where autumn turns to gold and every sunset feels like Indian Summer.
A blue hour dream—the moon watches over a sea of clouds.
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