The day I shot these photos, I thought I was about to die.
I was in Madonna di Campiglio, Trentino, Italy. One day, after a few hours of snowboarding, I told my group I wanted to walk around to take some photos in the deep snow. After an hour of walking I was lost. No service on my phone. I could not walk in the snow anymore, at each step my feet sank deeper and deeper. I started breathing heavily, almost feeling like I had been running for miles. I had to stop and rest more frequently as I found some cover from the freezing wind in my face. I could feel my heart beating in my head. The wind was covering my previous steps and I was in the middle of nowhere, with no clue where to go and on the brink of a panic attack. After stopping a while longer, I finally saw a glimpse of civilization in the distance and, little by little, I was able to slowly make my way back to the “rifugio”. I was exhausted physically and mentally. I called it a day and went back to my hotel.
Looking back at those photos. it makes me think that there is only one thing that all humans share. The line of the heartbeat when we die.