Wengen after dark. The peaks loom like old gods, the sky painted in impossible shades of violet, and the village lights hum with a kind of quiet defiance against the mountain silence. Through Andy Turner’s lens, this isn’t just a night scene—it’s the heartbeat of a place where time slows, and the world feels both infinite and intimate. A piece for those who chase beauty in the hours most people sleep through.
Wengen after dark. The peaks loom like old gods, the sky painted in impossible shades of violet, and the village lights hum with a kind of quiet defiance against the mountain silence. Through Andy Turner’s lens, this isn’t just a night scene—it’s the heartbeat of a place where time slows, and the world feels both infinite and intimate. A piece for those who chase beauty in the hours most people sleep through.
