The Brenva ridge rises from the southern slopes of the Mont Blanc massif. Faced with this work, I find myself transported to these heights, where the mountain converses with the clouds and man is no more than a modest visitor for a day. I've captured that moment when the mist, like an ethereal sea, gently envelops the rocky buttresses, leaving only the boldest of needles to emerge.

In black and white, the soul of this mythical ridge is revealed. Each rocky asperity tells the thousand-year-old story of a mountain shaped by the elements, sculpted by time and the eternal dance of freezing and thawing. In this alternation of empty and full, presence and absence, I seek to capture the very essence of this legendary place.

The Brenva is revealed here in an almost supernatural atmosphere. The clouds create a shadow play in which the mountain becomes the protagonist of a silent drama. The ridge appears and then disappears, as if nature itself were playing hide-and-seek with our gaze. I waited patiently for that moment when light, clouds and mountain harmonize in a perfect visual symphony. Because to photograph the Brenva ridge in these conditions is to capture a state of mind, a pure emotion that reminds us of our place in the immensity of the world. It's a testament to the fragile yet powerful beauty of a massif that for centuries has fascinated and inspired those who dare to raise their eyes to its peaks.