An alpine village under the first snow on the 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.
An alpine village under the first snow on the peaks.
Larch and pine on the slope, already turning.
The reflecting pool in a formal garden, drained for the season.
A visitor in the palace gardens, Vienna.
Stephansplatz at dusk, the crowd thinning.
An old-town lane under the shop lamps.
A produce stall at the morning market.
A figure at the tall window, against the light.
Framed pictures hung on the railings, and a glass left behind.
The empty platform, waiting for the regional train.
Arrival in Melk — the sign, the red corner, a parked bicycle.
A scooter under the turning trees.
Melk Abbey, and a single figure crossing the forecourt.
The abbey's yellow facade and its empty benches.
A small restaurant tucked under the baroque wall.
Swans on the lake at dusk; someone wading out past the shallows.
A figure alone on the jetty, the mountains behind.
The forest path back, the peaks just catching the last light.
The road down through the trees.