Photography Piz Julier – Engadin, Switzerland

The artwork story

At twilight, the Engadin lies as if under a crystalline spell. Ice-cold and silent, the frozen lake rests in the foreground, a dark mirror reflecting the first light of morning. Not a ripple disturbs its surface – as if winter itself had held its breath to preserve this moment undisturbed.

Above it rises Piz Julier, sharply defined yet gentle in its dignity. Its snow-covered flanks glow in the cold blue of the dawning day, as if the mountain were wearing a robe of light and frost. The forests at its feet stand densely packed, heavily laden with snow, like silent witnesses to a nocturnal transformation. Each tree seems part of an ancient ritual, bowing to the power of winter.

The sky stretches wide and clear over the scene, a silent promise of the day to come. In this morning atmosphere, cold and beauty merge into a sublime harmony. The landscape does not speak loudly—it whispers. And those who listen feel everyday life slowly fade away, making room for a world of tranquility, depth, and timeless magic.