Celestial journey in the Mont Blanc massif. A marvellous spectacle unfolds in the French Alps. At the heart of this flamboyant scene, the Mont Blanc normal route takes center stage. The journey begins at Tête Rousse, then takes in the Aiguille du Goûter and its mythical refuge, before reaching the Dôme du Goûter, sparkling with silver reflections. The ridge of the two Bosses, playing with light and shadow, marks the border between France and Italy. Our steps then lead us to Mont Blanc, whose north face is still hidden in shadow. Dominating the other summits, it asserts its royalty above the world. Behind it, the remnants of storm clouds fade away. Our odyssey ends along the Brouillard ridge, which, plastered with fresh snow, shows its splendour to the kingdom above.

I captured this black-and-white photograph as furious winds were forecast. The storm was roaring and I sensed that a miracle was about to take place in the Alps. Suddenly, the tumult fell silent and I flew off to immortalize this timeless moment. The curtain rises, the long-awaited hour arrives. The mountain whispers, the icy wind whistles through the summits. The elements enter into symbiosis with the peaks and their sharp edges. In a world inaccessible to man, the mountain dances, illuminated by the glow of the autumn sun.

As my gaze wanders, I perceive abstract forms. A symphony of lines, all sculpted by the interplay of light and shadow. They guide us towards Mont Blanc, inviting us to wander along the ridges. Captivated, I become a prisoner of this work from the moment my eyes rest on it. Somewhere between realism and abstraction, the work takes us on a luminous journey to the edge of the stars.