Snow is one of my favorite subjects to photograph in the Engadine. It drapes the landscape like a delicate blanket of powdered sugar, softening the edges of the world and transforming the familiar into something magical. After significant snowfalls, the trees become heavy with snow, their branches sagging under the weight until, with a gentle shake, they free themselves from their icy burden.

Walking through deep snow is an experience that demands presence. Each step is cushioned, the sound muffled, creating an almost meditative rhythm. My pace slows, and I find myself immersed in the stillness of the world around me. Whether I’m on skis or snowshoes, I am reminded of how we humans have adapted to traverse this frozen landscape, yet I never forget that snow remains a force of nature beyond our control.

In the depths of winter, snow can take on a character of its own, at times closing mountain passes and isolating the valley from the outside world. It’s a powerful reminder of nature’s ability to assert its dominance, forcing us to pause and respect its might. Yet, there’s a beauty in this isolation, a peacefulness that comes from being enclosed in a world of white, where time seems to slow, and the noise of daily life fades away.

Photographing snow is more than capturing a scene; it’s about conveying a feeling, a moment of quiet wonder in a world transformed. The way the light interacts with the snow, casting soft shadows or sparkling in the sunlight, is endlessly fascinating. Every snowfall brings a new landscape to explore, a fresh canvas on which nature paints its ephemeral masterpiece.

Through my lens, I aim to share the serenity and power of the snowy Engadine. The snow-covered valleys and peaks are not just visually stunning but are also a testament to the enduring power of nature. Each photograph is a tribute to these moments of stillness and solitude, where the snow reigns supreme, reminding us of the delicate balance between man and the natural world.