The Spirit Of The Night Mountains .. Stock Photography

After an almost sleepless night on the road and a grueling climb up, there was no strength left to making a photos. But according to the forecast, the next day promised rain, and gathering my will into a fist, I climbed up. Twilight had long gone down the mountains, the Milky Way was getting brighter, but a dense haze was already treacherously creeping up from the south. Above, a gusty southerly wind blew up every now and then, pounding dry autumn grasses. There was not a soul on the trail ... The last tourists had long since descended into the valley and peacefully drinks a tea. I wanted to run downstairs also, drink hot tea and fall asleep as quickly as possible, but the longer I was on the lintel, peering into the darkness of the night, the calmer my soul became. All the same, in such places you often think about eternity, and all the bustle of everyday routine is blown away by the wind ...