It’s many long miles and multiple hours to the nearest hills of significance; a plane trip to reach Swiss alpine heights, hanging valleys and high passes; and half a world away to stand in Nepal or Tibet, to gaze at Everest; but only 15 minutes to find man made mountains and river valley’s in the City, complete with prayer flags!
I’ve been waiting to capture this view for a long time, but it was spoiled by a huge yellow bill board … and then finally they take it down and replace with flags and scaffolding!
At the head of the Bohinj valley is the Savica waterfall.
When we reached it on a late March afternoon it was deserted. Confronted with a locked iron gate blocking the decent to its foot , we took the path of least resistance, climbed around and over the fences, and headed down to the waters edge.
I scrambled around, messing with tripods and searching for angles. Sam settled instead for a place for quiet contemplation. The two came together.
After 30 minutes we climbed back around the iron gate and set of down the hill; unlocked the car; found Harry where we left him; drove back to the apartment; then headed out to Ema’s for the worlds biggest pizza.
These moments never seem to last long enough – normal life soon intrudes … but at the same time, once experienced, they last a lifetime.
All photos taken with the Sigma DP1 Merril, ISO 100, with obligatory tripod.