TITLE: The whispers of winter

Once the snow has fallen, the landscapes take on an entirely new appearance. Winter becomes a painting, and white serves as the paint. The snow draws curves, creating graphic compositions that are sometimes abstract, sometimes figurative, but always poetic.

Through these images, my intention is to merge the dreamlike and the contemplative with the essence of winter.

Let us listen to winter and capture its whispers.

AUTHOR: Thomas Lebas (France)

I'm a 25-year-old French psychiatric nurse. As soon as I leave my care service, I'm already projecting myself into the unspeakable. The unspeakable is what drives me. The cold, the altitude, the wind, the calm, the storm, the white... The unspeakable is everything that makes me feel alive.