A farm nestled against the Alps, snow already on the highest peaks.
Eight days from Vienna out to the Wachau valley and down into the lakes, late September into October. The light was short and the season was visibly turning the whole way.
A farm nestled against the Alps, snow already on the highest peaks.
Larch and pine beginning their autumn turn across the forested slope.
A formal garden pool, emptied for winter.
Wendy, alone in the palace gardens of Vienna.
Stephansplatz at dusk, the dome lit, the crowd moving away.
Wendy walks a narrow Vienna alley under the glow of shop lamps.
A produce vendor at the morning market, Vienna.
Wendy at a tall window, backlit, looking out onto the city.
Pictures hung on a riverside railing, a quiet moment.
An empty platform, the light of evening on the rails.
Arrival in Melk — a café sign and a parked bicycle.
A scooter parked under the turning trees.
Melk Abbey, its yellow baroque façade, a figure crossing the open square.
The abbey's striped yellow-and-white walls, empty benches below.
A small restaurant tucked under the baroque walls of the town.
Swans on the lake at dusk, the mountains dark behind them.
Wendy on a jetty, the lake and mountains stretching behind her.
A forest path climbing back into the mountains, light at the peaks.
The road descending through dense forest, the light already fading.