Durmitor Park, UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1980, means “sleeping park” in Balkan Romance, a name which well describes the quietness of these mountains, where we can find very few human settlements and isolated mountain cottages.
In this Dinaric Alps’ landscape, frozen in time and dominated by the peak Bobotov Kuk, light penetrates from the highest tops through the clouds down to the meadow dotted with bales of hay and cows grazing.
The glare of the rays on the limestone rock stands out the mountain’s morphology and the sinuous grey stripes which cover them, indelible traces of the frost passage.
Only a street meanders between the grazing land, where the “Katuni” spring up, cottages with steeply pitched roof of thatch almost reaching to the ground, one of the few traces of human presence in this immense and immaculate space, inhabited almost exclusively by shepherds and their families, who come here during summertime.
During the past 20 years, many people have migrated. Those who have stayed take responsibility for the land, the flocks and the few accommodations for tourists.
The photographs I have taken try to respect and transmit this quietness and this rock massif’s large areas that seems to keep waiting.