is awfully pretty, isn’t it? Here, the sun can set in pure crimson, we’re that bad. But there, a pale gorgeous red. Mmm. Can I has trip to Alps?
Yep, Monday, Feb 4 2008
I was running around taking many photos. Power lines ruined many of them.
I hate power lines.
A little more mountain. Sunday, Feb 3 2008
This being part of a view from the place I was staying at, with my mother’s boyfriend’s parents. (The boyfriend and his family are dutch, although they do seem to be rather spread over Europe – some christmas cards went to France, and Ireland, and… -_-)
I don’t really think the Alps are mountains any more. For one, I’ve been there. They are big, but strangely not as big as I thought they were.
I shall never go to the Himalayas, for the sheer sake of being able to consider them mountains still.
Great views Saturday, Feb 2 2008
are usually interrupted by things like power lines, or buildings, or people. But, on top of a mountain, there are no such things. This was in the Austria Alps – whilst I’m going through my old folders with a new eye, I might as well show you, hm? :D
Elsewhere, my attempts to take photographs of views were hindered by these modern things. But I really don’t want to go up that ski lift thing to the top of a mountain again, should I be in Austria again, because I was terrified going up and down. It may be solid rock, but I was also not going anywhere near the edge.
I can get vertigo at the top of the multistory carpark, for pete’s sake. :/
