From the heights of the val d’Anniviers, the Matterhorn towers above the world. Its austere, magisterial north face rises above the ridges like an arrow to the sky. In the foreground, the Besso opens the journey: guardian of Zinal, it guides our gaze towards the King of the Alps. To the left, we contemplate theObergabelhorn and its mythical, snow-covered north face. Three characters, three scripts, one and the same language: that of the high mountains.

The air is Light, the atmosphere crystalline. I stop, I breathe, I wait for the light to settle. The Besso beckons the eye, then the ridge winds its way up, joins theObergabelhorn and, with a burst of speed, deposits us on the north face of the Matterhorn. Everything aligns: volumes, shapes, shadows. I take out my camera. The moment freezes.

I love the grandeur of the Matterhorn in this photograph. Far from the familiar perspectives of Zermatt, its north face reveals more of its character: verticality, immensity, power. The Besso accompanies it like a brother, theObergabelhorn responds to it, and together they compose a grandiose, luminous triad.

Through this black-and-white photograph, I wanted to retain the essential: the purity of the lines, the contrasts, the sovereign allure of the Matterhorn. This work is neither a tale of achievement nor a demonstration; it's a pause. A face-to-face encounter between us and the mountain, where momentum and doubt, clarity and shadow, meet. Contemplating this painting, I rediscover what has always attracted me: the call of the summits.