There it stands, imperial and solitary, the Dent d'Hérens. A sentinel of the Valais Alps at an altitude of 4173 metres, its vertiginous ridge unfurls like a spine in the sky. I observe it from the summit Tête Blanche, the lookout that offers me this striking view of its freshly snow-covered faces. Every relief is sublimated by this immaculate mantle that underlines the power of its lines. The clouds wrap themselves around its silhouette, isolating it from the world as if to better reveal its essence. Occasionally, they part, allowing soft light to filter through, caressing the snow and revealing textures of infinite delicacy.

This work is a departure from my usual approach. I've chosen to retain a few subtle shades of color rather than my traditional black and white. These bluish hues, silvery grays and whites tell a story that the monochrome style could not have captured with the same accuracy. They reveal the fragility of the moment, the fleeting encounter between rock, fresh snow and changing light.

The ridge that rises to the sky traces a line of purity. A boundary between two worlds, it separates shadow from light, darkness from clarity. To follow it with your eyes is to embark on a vertical journey, a contemplative ascent that takes us from earth to sky.

I immortalized this portrait of the Dent d'Hérens like a moment of grace. At once fleeting and eternal, it reminds us that the mountain is never the same twice, that it constantly reinvents itself before our astonished eyes. And it is precisely in this perpetual metamorphosis that the magic of the Alps lies.