Into the mist
Into the Mist - Winter 2023
My partner and I would take a dip in the Rhône every day during winter—a river that flows from Lake Geneva (Lac Léman) all the way to the Mediterranean. We braved freezing winter days, snow, storms, and mystical mist, making it a ritual that connected us to nature’s raw elements. I always brought my camera, hoping to capture something magical, but a truly mythical shot was rare.
Then, one morning, the fog hung low over the water, creating an otherworldly calm. I entered the Rhône naked, feeling the bite of the 5-degree water, and held my camera unprotected in my hands to capture this moment. My partner, serene and still, floated in the misty river as ducks swam by, unfazed by the cold. Everything aligned, and for a moment, the world felt quiet, ethereal, and timeless.
Into the Mist - Winter 2023
My partner and I would take a dip in the Rhône every day during winter—a river that flows from Lake Geneva (Lac Léman) all the way to the Mediterranean. We braved freezing winter days, snow, storms, and mystical mist, making it a ritual that connected us to nature’s raw elements. I always brought my camera, hoping to capture something magical, but a truly mythical shot was rare.
Then, one morning, the fog hung low over the water, creating an otherworldly calm. I entered the Rhône naked, feeling the bite of the 5-degree water, and held my camera unprotected in my hands to capture this moment. My partner, serene and still, floated in the misty river as ducks swam by, unfazed by the cold. Everything aligned, and for a moment, the world felt quiet, ethereal, and timeless.
Into the Mist - Winter 2023
My partner and I would take a dip in the Rhône every day during winter—a river that flows from Lake Geneva (Lac Léman) all the way to the Mediterranean. We braved freezing winter days, snow, storms, and mystical mist, making it a ritual that connected us to nature’s raw elements. I always brought my camera, hoping to capture something magical, but a truly mythical shot was rare.
Then, one morning, the fog hung low over the water, creating an otherworldly calm. I entered the Rhône naked, feeling the bite of the 5-degree water, and held my camera unprotected in my hands to capture this moment. My partner, serene and still, floated in the misty river as ducks swam by, unfazed by the cold. Everything aligned, and for a moment, the world felt quiet, ethereal, and timeless.