At the crossroads of stars and twilight, I remember dreaming. Dreaming of a moment of grace illuminating the mountains, of a divine breath where my spirit merges with that of summits. There, through my art, I capture the very essence of the heights. Disconnected from the passage of time, transcending the Valais Alps, my work blossoms from this spark. It's May. From the Bertol hut, I observe the Dent d'Hérensfrom the Bertol hut. Armed with my telephoto lens, I converse with her. She tells me tales of glaciers and ancient times.

In the kingdom of Zermatt, I wait for the mountain to assert its sovereignty. The Dent d'HérensMatterhorn's little sister, reveals its Himalayan allure. A perfect pyramid of unrivalled purity, where my gaze is guided between ridges and glaciers.

In this photograph taken in 2018, I wanted to highlight the shades of grey, from the darkest to the immaculate white. Can you see the strata and rimayes that show up discreetly under the effect of light? Can you see the Tête Blanche on the right? It appears as a secondary character in this visual narrative.

Beyond its beauty, the image bears witness to my relationship with the Alps. As deep and complex as the mountains themselves. My quest to understand and communicate with nature never ends. The mountains call to me, and I must respond.