This Summer is a strange one. Even in beginning of July, the snow is not fully gone on 2000 m. So, the snow still leaves patches in the not yet fully green northern sides of hills and mountains, between the stones and cliffs.

This inherent abstraction of white on young, patchy, green like a segregation of the image. Is it one or two images, cut by the white surface and what happens if you try to cross this surface? Is it some white carpet or linen left to be dried and bleached? Is it some viscous liquid flowing slowly down the cliffs?

Get your inspiration of what you associate with this white irregular structures.

Trust that little voice in your head that says, ‘Wouldn’t it be interesting if…’; and then do it.

Duane Michals, American Photographer *1932