The mountains were calling…
… and I had to go.
It’s not easy to reconcile hiking and photography. Backpacks filled with heavy dslrs, multiple lenses, filters and sturdy tripods, along with the waterproofs and other necessities, are probably not the best way to go. And going on trips with hiking – rather than photography – companions means that I’m constantly worrying about pausing too long to photograph waterfalls and mountain streams along the way.
For most of the people I know, it’s the sea that is calling, not the mountains.
So my week on the High Tatras in the Slovak Republic with a small group of photographers was definitely one of this year’s highlights.
Even the little town where we stayed was a treat, complete with a view of the mountains from my window.
Looking forward to the hike.
On the way to Popradske Pleso.
At Popradske Pleso.
Colourful crosses in memory of climbers who died on the mountains – at the Symbolic Cemetery beneath Mount Ostrva.
The clear signposting was impressive, as was the constant work being done to keep paths clear.
Just as well my boots were comfy.