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Secondly, picture spam. This is from my brief and too-soon-over holiday last week, before the snow. From Hallstatt up to the Wiesberghaus (1.884m). I only regret not taking pictures on my way up when it was still sunny... (In case anyone is interested, this (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) is what it looked like on top. I'm only linking these pictures because they're really crap photography-wise, but there is little you can do if the sky is completely colourless/white...)
A few uninspired pictures from the two of the three hiking tours I actually managed during my holiday. During the second week it rained nonstop for two days, after which it looked like this higher up: (The lake is at 1154 m.)
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This was also the most relaxed tour, because I didn't put any pressure on myself, but let myself stop for taking pictures, breaks, or just to sit down and enjoying the view for a bit, because I knew I had to drive back to Vienna the next day and really, really didn't want to leave. I don't remember having felt so at peace for a long time, although sadly last week killed that mood pretty fast.
Horses, for a change. At least better than cows, although I try to keep a respectful distance too...
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Once again, so, so gorgeous.
This time I took the camera a couple of times on my way up because the morning light was so beautiful...
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My level of fitness, or rather lack thereof, still makes 1.000+ m of hight difference a bit of an exercise in masochism, but I've never been to Salzburg this early in the year, and not only was it still incredibly quiet and peaceful — even on a Sunday I was more or less alone for most of the day and only met a handful of hikers towards the end of the tour —, but it caught me by surprise how much spring still lingers up in the mountains. Above 1.700, 1.800 m there were still plenty of snowfields, and in other places you could still see the pressed-down dried grass where the snow had molten only recently, with the first flowers coming out.
This batch of pictures is from Monday when we had a heatwave and I got up at 4:30ish and started out at 6:15 in the morning to avoid the worst of the heat, up to the Passauer Hütte. (Which I forgot to take a picture of, but you can sorta kinda see on a high resolution version of the tenth picture, where the right edge of the clouds meets the top of the mountain.) The pictures were taken on the way down, so they're in reverse order, snow and rocks to tree-line and flowers...
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And two more from the Hallstätter See. I barely took any picture on that day because everything was just bound to come out like the worst kind of postcard kitsch, but it's a really beautiful place...
Briefly went through my photos & am a bit disappointed, because mostly they all pretty much suck. Either I've lost it completely, or I'm better at finding beauty in unexpected places than photographing it when it stares me in the face; maybe both. Still posting this though, because it gives a pretty good impression, in spite of all its postcard-kitsch glory.
Friday evening; made a cake for my mother's birthday.
Yesterday -- morning run in Schönbrunn (no, seriously; even if it only was some 6 or 7 km); birthday with family, Torte & Brötchen, and I guess I must be doing something right niece-wise, because it was Tante Noni this and Tante Noni that all the time. *big pleased grin*
Today -- lazy, lazy lazy; wrote a bit, read (Ch. Jackson, The Fall of Valor, which I came across in TM's diaries, and I've got to say they've proven to be a good source for reading material so far, from Russian and German classics to the odd American novel of the 40ies and 50ies...), wrote some more, did a bit of belly-dancing practice and a whole lot of nothing.
And hello there, Monday. ::sigh::
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Sunday with sister & niece, who is being very cute, climbs up to the slide (no steps, just round wooden rungs) all by herself, leaving me open-mouthed and staring, and, noticing a spider-web says 'Spin-nen-netz' with near perfect articulation. Three weeks ago I was blowing soap bubbles for her, now I'm holding the soap water for her to avoid major spillage & she's doing it herself. And catches them again. Clearly the bestest & most intelligent niece ever. *g* She still loves unpacking my bag & wallet, and was fascinated by my Pet Shop Boys Actually CD. Neil Tennant is the funny man ('lustiger Mann'), Chris Lowe isn't so funny ('der nicht lustig'). They're so much more fun when they're growing up, instead of vomiting milk on you.