The lonely Old Man of Storr against the morning light
Rugged cliffs of the Quiraing concealed by clouds
Red Cuillin hills the with the days last light
Black Cuillin as seen from Glenbrittle
Looking across the Sound of Sleat as the Black Cuillin rise into the setting sun
Every year the old iron mine on the edge of town has a celebration: music, dancing, theater, fire, beer, bratwurst, and fireworks.
Took this back in April from the same place as the time-lapse video I made. Zugspitze is on my list of climbs in the near future, maybe in the autumn if I have time.
While the summer of 2006 was the ‘best in 50 years’ in southern Norway (as I was told), the sun didn’t seem to make it up to the arctic circle and Lofoten very often. Blue skies are boring anyhow…
View towards Henningsvær from Stamsund.
Was down in the Nürnberg the other week taking some photos at a (Jazz) concert. The venue was in an old church ruin from the war and looked pretty cool once it got dark. At least the rain waited until the end…
Tongue Bay, Scotland as viewed from Skullomie.
The empty beach and clear waters at Traigh Allt Chailgeag. Almost looks like it could be some place warm.
Down at the German/Austrian border. Mittenwalder Höhenweg Via-Ferrata.
While the Germans like to build one big ass fire, the Austrians seem to prefer hundreds of small fires, which they take up into the mountains. I’m not quite sure how they coordinate it, and if every fire is a person, or one person has several fires which they maintain, but it is truly a marvelous sight. At about ten o’clock someone shot off a flair from one of the mountain peaks, and then moments later the hundreds of little fires lit up on all the surrounding mountains.
Our cabin was one of the buildings near the cow’s butt. Up at about 5,000 feet with a pretty good view.
