July 5, 2025

Back to a mountain hut above the treeline

The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a mountain hut above the treeline. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.

The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where window light were still undisturbed.

Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring. Halfway through I switched to black and white, which suited the grey but generous weather much better.

I will probably come back in a few weeks, when the season turns.