Gallery — High Snow
A Symphony
of Peaks
Infinite creativity in every frame — and infinite patience between them.
High mountains do not perform on schedule. A Symphony of Peaks was gathered across two winters of returning to the same ridges — waiting out whiteouts, learning the wind, and being ready in the ninety seconds when the cloud tore and the whole range lit up at once.
The album's brightest note is its smallest figure: a lone skier in yellow, crossing a white so complete it stops being a colour and becomes a silence. Against all that silence, one human stroke of warmth — proof that the mountains are grandest precisely when they have someone to be grand for.
- Location
- The High Ridges
- Season
- Two winters
- Frames
- 52 kept
- Walk
- Nine ascents
The range after midnight, holding its breath — A Symphony of Peaks, frame 47.
What this album holds
The white frames
Ridges, cornices and cloud seas — the mountains reduced to line, tone and weather.
The yellow frames
One small figure against the all-white — scale, courage and a masterclass in contrast.
The night frames
The same peaks after midnight, under a river of stars — the symphony's quiet final movement.
Dreaming in white? Let's climb it.
Winter commissions and high-ridge sessions — crampons on, cameras ready.
