Thierry Verger

The break at the top of tracks, away from the others, gets moments of solitudes filled with plenitude.

In Christmas it adorns itself with its bullfighter's costumes. The rest of the year the fir tree remains majestic and decorates humbly our forests of mountain.

The flake: the magic of the winter, the perfect shape of the snow crystals which cover the ground, illustrate our houses, illuminate our heads.

Skis and gloves: to approach slopes covered with snow, these utensils of the happiness bequeathed by our ancestors.

With its skis of another age, the Swiss knife, ready to make everything, was indispensable.

The night snow is frozen but so easy to mold to make this journeyman: the snowman.

The mountain in winter gets for a long time strong sensations, moments of emotion.