I’ve photographed a lot of mountains in my life. A lot of those mountains I’ve photographed there’s been a bike race going past and generally there’s a script: there’s fans, they’re bored, drunk, hot or cold, waiting for a bike race. Then they go crazy, the riders come, their heroes, dancing up the mountain the way a 58 kilogram WorldTour pro can. Then comes the dropped climbers, next the grupetto, the cars and then everyone leaves and the mountain goes back to its quiet peace.
But Colle delle Finestre is different; it’s changed me. I want every bike race I photograph now to feel the way this mountain made me feel.
I’ll talk you through my day. I think that’s the only thing I can do, I don’t know if I have the words to really describe how I feel about this place, so my day will do, and maybe you will understand, or simply be closer to understanding why Colle delle Finestre has a hold on me.
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