I risk a few steps on the mountain’s shoulder in the middle of ice cristal trees… Winter paints the landscape under the repeated assaults of the wind.
It takes possession of the land and maintains his rule by capturing the wild and frozen branches in a fragile and yet radiant frost.
The clear and pur air captures the landscape in a suspended moment. Suddenly the sun rolls down and completes the picture in its grazing light. Tomorrow, everything will be swept away and new colours with come to create another art work.
And I gingerly leave the place under the moonlight…
