Today I want to talk to you about this photograph.
Red took it in April, inside a cave beneath the face of the Matterhorn, on the Swiss side.
In my opinion, this is a work of art in every sense of the word. Would you believe me if I told you that I am not entirely sure what to say about this image, or how to say it?
Let me explain.
My imagination has travelled in so many different directions that I find it hard to choose just one.
Look at it.
The shapes, the colours, the reflections, the little stones making their way through the ice. It is incredible. It makes you dream.
The first thing your mind is almost certainly drawn to is the sea. Objectively, it looks like waves on a sea ruffled by the wind. And the fact that two things so physically distant from each other can look so alike is already a gift from nature.
It is true that ice and sea are made of the same matter, but think of how a different environment can transform that matter for its own purpose.
I will not bore you any further with the wonders of nature, because I am sure you already appreciate them. I only wanted to remind you of the kind of magic our world is made of.
Now, after this little nature-documentary introduction, do you want to know what I see in this photograph?
I see a wardrobe.
Think of this cave. It exists today, and perhaps tomorrow it will no longer be there. Or perhaps it has existed for years and years, but every year it changes shape, changes appearance.
Heat, cold, snowfall and wind all have the power to model it as they please.
Every year, for as long as it is allowed to exist, this cave dresses itself in different clothes.
In April 2026, it wore an iridescent colour, reflecting blue, green and black. Its wardrobe contains a very precise collection. It is as though a designer had decided that, for that season, one colour was in fashion rather than another, or that a more angular shape was in fashion instead of a softer one.
And the cave accepts it.
It dresses as the designer suggests.
And it is astonishingly elegant.
It has shapes that look as though they were created by the hands of a sculptor. So different, and yet so regular, all following the same pattern.
The sculptor is the designer of this corner of the world, outside time and space. The designer has the power to decide how the cave should dress, and does it beautifully.
And beneath those layers of ice and earth, the cave hides other garments. Who knows when, and how, it will be able to show them.
And above all, who knows whether anyone will be there to see them.
Because, like all the most wonderful things on earth, they are also fragile, and sometimes precarious.
A heavy snowfall, a landslide, an avalanche could arrive, and the cave could be buried forever.
It is a gift that it showed us how it dressed this winter.
It is a gift that someone managed to capture its beauty.
And it will be a gift if it is able to show us how it will dress next winter.
