Austria trip

Three July days in the mountains: cloud sitting on the ridges, a valley with one church, a lake with a borrowed jeep, and the road between all of it.

The cloud was low on the first morning, moving faster than it looked. Somewhere above the treeline it broke, and the valley opened below in patches — a church, a village, a river the colour of the sky. By afternoon the fog had dropped into the spruce and stayed there.

Two days later we came down to the water with a borrowed jeep and a canoe on the roof, and stopped on the verge because the light in the trees on the far side was worth stopping for. The last frame is from the road out, which is the part of a trip that photographs worst and remembers best.

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