When the val d’Anniviers is draped in white, our gaze soars into the Alpine sky. A sparkling portrait of the Zinalrothorn, lord of the Imperial Crown of Zinal. This panoramic photograph tells the story of a fabulous summit . On this day, nature has created its finest masterpiece. With the stroke of a brush, she has traced her lines, ethereal edges that in a single sweep reach for the sun. The curves are perfect, elegant and deep. Blending black and white, the mountain captivates our still trembling hearts. I love this vantage point, which makes it so powerful. Higher than the Breithorn, which rises to its left. More vigorous than the Matterhorn and theObergabelhorn, which gush out on its right. The Zinalrothorn triumphs over the winds.

I've waited so long for this moment of grace. So many times I've dreamed of the mist taking over the valleys and giving the mountains a velvety blanket. To be there, in the right place, when the Alps reveal themselves. Photographing this breath to preserve it. To plunge my gaze into this evanescence, this hint of magic, this celestial glow. To be there forever, to sail from peak to peak and rediscover them. The north face of the Zinalrothorn, the splendor of its glaciers, snow piled up over thousands of years. Its seracs, faults and bleached rock. New emotions, infinite details. To have the chance to contemplate the Zinalrothorn with the same brilliance, the same fervor.