This black-and-white photograph reveals an almost dreamlike world, where ice seems to tower silently at the foot of Dom des Mischabels, near Zermatt. The seracs stand like sentinels against the contrasting sky, bathed in a cold yet crystalline light. Subtle snow clouds, lifted by the wind, float at mid-height, enveloping the scene in an ethereal veil.

At first glance, the composition evokes a field of miniature peaks, like sculptures shaped by time and the elements. The irregular shapes and sharp edges testify to the power of natural forces: the incessant movement of the glacier, melting and refreezing, the pressure exerted by the upper layers. We sense the tenuous balance between the apparent solidity of the ice and the fragility of these towers, ready to crack at the slightest sign of weakness.

The light mist spreading over the surface plays an essential role in the image's atmosphere. Its wisps, seemingly dancing amidst the ice peaks, lend an almost supernatural dimension to the landscape. As it rises, the fine snow partially conceals the details of the ground, revealing by contrast the highest silhouettes of the seracs. The effect is striking: the sensation of floating in a realm apart, suspended between heaven and earth.

This work also owes much to the balance between Shadows and lights. Shades of grey follow the verticality of the walls, emphasizing both the roughness and delicacy of the ice. Where the sun's rays manage to find their way through, the snow glitters with an almost metallic sheen. In the shadows, the seracs fade into dark flatness, creating an even more striking relief.

Contemplating this frozen moment, we appreciate the power and poetry of the high mountains. Despite their unchanging appearance, the seracs are the result of slow glacial movement. Today, they stand like polar cathedrals, ephemeral guardians of the valley. Tomorrow, the passage of a storm or the simple mildness of a sunny day could transform this scenery, reshaping its contours.

With this image, I wanted to celebrate the complexity of a living, changing glacier, where mist, snow and light alone tell the story of a nature in perpetual renewal. A tribute to the mysterious power of the Dom des Mischabels and the sumptuous chiseling of ice, which never ceases to fascinate me.