Can you hear the song of vigorous mountains? It fascinates me and I succumb to it as I contemplate this work. Enthralling my heart with a Soft fragrance of eternity, this ode to nature resonates within me like a return to the essential. The majestic Weisshorn rises from the reborn sky. Imagine the breath of impetuous winds sweeping across its walls of rock and ice. Imagine the muffled cracking of its faltering snow, subjected to the final assaults of a merciless storm. Imagine again the imperceptible melody of the shimmering mist emerging from summit into the Valais sky.

This black-and-white photograph focuses on the Weisshorn North Ridge and its Grand Gendarme. Invincible bastion, sharp point, it protects the mountain from any incursion. I love that fleeting moment when the mountain reveals its most beautiful face to me. When it emerges from the storm plastered with snow. I love its inaccessible grandeur, its fascinating charisma.

Between light and shadow, the Weisshorn takes shape in the Valais Alps. The gentle contrasts reveal the richness of its lines and the beauty of its relief. Its relentless snow bridges and fabulous crevasses. The rigor of its rock and its jagged ridges. At summit , opaline clouds open the way to the invisible, as if the soul of the Weisshorn were escaping for a while to reach the sky.