This black-and-white photograph magnifies the north face of the Weissmies, a 4017-metre giant that reigns over the Valais Alps near Saas-Fee. Its evocative name of "white moss" creates a striking contrast with the brutal reality of this vertical wall that defies the laws of gravity. The mountain shoots skywards like an arrow shot by the gods. Its razor-sharp silhouette tears through space, hurtling towards the last clouds that still dare to graze its summit. The north face, a realm of shadow and ice, reveals its true nature - not soft white moss, but an impregnable fortress of rock and hanging glaciers. These glacial masses cling to the steep flanks like frozen tears on the colossus' mineral face. Their delicate striations and gaping crevasses tell the age-old story of a struggle against the elements. Every line, every crack bears witness to the silent struggle between eternal stone and ephemeral ice. In its sovereign solitude, the Weissmies becomes more than a mountain - it becomes a mystical presence, an immutable sentinel between two worlds. Its vertiginous verticality evokes spiritual ascent, while its imposing mass reminds us of our insignificance in the face of nature's primordial forces.

I captured this moment when the Weissmies reveals its fascinating duality: intimidating titan with vertical walls and silent poet crowned with immaculate snow. This work celebrates the perfect balance between raw power and sublime harmony that is the essence of the high mountain, in its purest, most timeless truth.