Nearest alpine country, nearest glaciers. A country full of diverse mountains, forests and foothill pastures, where herds of cows accompany you on your travels. I often went to Austria as a child, it was practically my first introduction to the higher mountains. Over time, however, I became more attracted to the wilderness of eastern countries. On the other hand, the over-civilized nature of the austrian mountains and the many cable cars, which in my opinion only spoil the mountains, rather put me off. However, the size of the Alps is large enough to keep the islands of mountains deserted and almost wild even here, in Austria.
In the morning I don't plan to climb to the top of Greifenberg, but I am awakened by almost clear skies and frosty air. This is irresistible, especially since the previous day the peaks towards the High Tauern were shrouded in clouds. It works out perfectly, the mountains turn golden in the morning sun. I particularly like the highest summit of Hochgolling, but the overall view of the Alps waking up is unforgettable.
Morning has long since turned to day, but there is no another soul by the lake. There's no bridge across the creek, I have to wade it. It seems remote and wild here. It's like I was in totally different mountains. Am I still in Austria? I stop at a place where the biggest boulders make the lake bottom and take this picture.
Lower Tauern in autumn colours
The Greifenberg summit offers a virtually perfect view of the entire Lower Tauern. Especially interesting is the lake basin located directly below it. The blue colour of the lakes contrasts with the autumn yellowish grass. When a few nearby clouds disappear, the view towards the more distant peaks in the north is also revealed.
A rainy afternoon leads me up into the mountains. I can even hear a few thunders. I stay overnight at the Goldlacken lakes. In the evening, the rain slowly stops, but when I take this photo, raindrops still fall on the water surface. The landscape is strangely saturated and autumnally cold after the rain. I like it. I try different compositions, but in my eyes only this one, minimalist, reflects the atmosphere of a cold autumn alpine evening truly.
The north face of the Hochgolling looks majestically over the valley. The dusting of snow, a few days old, which has remained below the summit, shows where the really high mountains begin. I climb up to a stone field where several stone men stand marking the path. The horizon slowly brightens and a soft pinkish light slowly engulfs the landscape.
K Vysokým Taurám
It is not far from the Lower Tauern to the High Tauern. It is easy to see the highest mountain of Austria, Grossglockner, or, as here, the glaciated Ankogel. After a frosty night ththe air clears and these mountains shine like glittering beacons into the distance.
Summit of Greifenberg
I climbed to the top of Greifenberg three times. In the afternoon I cross it for the first time, in the evening for the second time. I still don't find the light quite ideal for a composition including summit cross. In the morning I can not resist and climb up there for the last time. The sun rises above the neighbouring alpine peaks and the mountains slowly turn gold. The cross on the summit witnesses another new day.
The path through the basin goes alongside many lakes, but the bluest one is perfectly hidden from view behind the terrain wave. It is only from the summit nearby that one can discover this hidden gem and marvel at the variety that water can create in lakes only a few dozen metres apart.
The Klafferkessel lake basin is a place where the path slows down for a while, neither ascends nor descends significantly. The surrounding area is full of smaller or larger lakes and by perpendicular cliffs. The most interesting views, however, appear when you see the basin from above. eEspecially when the autumn sun creates an unusually contrasting scene.
Above Kleinsölktal valley
When the sun rises just above the horizon, it is not yet bright enough to cast sharp shadows. It's a strange moment, the meeting of two worlds. The landscape is still asleep and wrapped in a bluish uniform shadow, but the horizon is drowning in orange glow. Just a moment and everything changes. 3x exposure bracketing.
Säuleck in clouds
When I wake up high in the mountains, I always look up at the sky first. Will it be clear? Will there be any clouds? Will the eastern horizon glow with yellowish light while the landscape is still drowning in bluish shadow? Often it doesn't work out, but sometimes the perfect inversion shows up. Lonely mountain peaks emerge from the clouds, the horizon glows, and only tiny shreds of cloud float high in the sky.
August descent from the Lahnerleitenspitze in the Ennstal Alps. At the point where the pines part and reveal old bleached roots, I stop. Of particular interest is the pyramid of the distinctive Lugauer peak towering over the Radmer valley.
In places where the forest turns into mountain meadows, the trees take on unusual shapes. They grow alone, with wind-swept branches clinging close to the trunk. Close to Schafbödenalm.