Like most photographers I have experienced many contrasting phases as my work has evolved. A general fascination with the world as well as a search for a style of imagery that corresponded with my temperament and outlook has led me to investigate many different paths; a dynamic that still drives me in a calm but restless quest.
Black gold or white pearls that evoke a passion whether erotic, narcotic or gastronomic all focused upon an unattractive gnarled nugget of subterranean fungus that sometimes sells for the price of a small brand new Fiat. As elusive to find as to describe, their history goes back to the time of the Egyptian Pharaohs and the Roman Empire although they were banned by the church in the Middle Ages as their seductive appeal seemed to be the work of the devil. I wanted to find out more about them so I embarked on an autumnal tour beginning in Piemonte and then roughly following Apennines through parts of Tuscany and Umbria to reach the Marches in the east. At this time of year there are plenty of clandestine excursions in search of the highly-prized quarry but it is also the season of celebration for both truffle harvesters, or trifolau, as well as the towns that host perennially popular truffle festivals.
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