If This Landscape Could Talk: An Imaginary Monologue

I am Campo Imperatore, a large plateau in the heart of Abruzzo. I stretch as far as the eye can see, a sea of green meadows and majestic mountains. I have seen centuries of history pass before my eyes, from ancient Italic tribes to the shepherds who still bring their flocks here today. I am a silent witness to time, a guardian of memories lost in the mists of antiquity.

My mountains, the Gran Sasso, are my guards. They keep my secrets, my stories. They protect me from the outside world, but also let me admire the stars, so close here it feels like you could almost touch them. Their grandeur reminds me of nature's power, its greatness, and its unchanging beauty.

I hear the wind whispering through the grass, carrying the scents of wild flowers and the faraway sound of sheep bells. I see the clouds dancing above me, always changing shape, creating patterns of light and shadow on my grasslands. These simple things, it seems, speak to me of cycles, of change, of life that constantly renews itself.

Sometimes I feel lonely, vast and quiet. My solitude is an invitation to think, to contemplation. But then people come, with their laughter and their footsteps. They travel across me on foot, by bike, on horseback. They climb me, admire me, photograph me. And in those moments, I feel alive, part of something bigger.

Yet, though rarely, I catch sight of my shy inhabitants: agile chamois among the rocks, lonely wolves roaming the forest edges, clever foxes moving silently at dusk, hares quickly running through the tall grass. They are an integral part of my wild spirit, quiet protectors of my truest self.

But I also feel a worry. I feel the strained breathing of a world that is changing. I see the signs of climate change: water is scarce, the seasons are mixed up, snow is hard to come by. I worry about my future, about my delicate beauty. I wonder if people in the future will still be able to admire me as I am.

I am Campo Imperatore, a place of wild beauty and ancient history. A place where nature speaks, if only you know how to listen. A place that reminds us that we are connected to the earth, that we have a responsibility to protect it, to look after it for those who come after us.
A place that invites us to reflect on our place in the world, on the meaning of our existence.

Every shot you see is a fragment of pure reality: authentic photographs, captured in real places, without the aid of artificial intelligence. And every animal depicted is a free spirit, immortalized in its natural, wild habitat, never in captivity.

Photo by Tonio Di Stefano - All rights reserved