judith.kuhn
under the spell of autumn
Year after year I am drawn to the Engadin in autumn and especially to lake Champfèr. Basically, the mood I'm looking for here is always the same: the yellow larches, the snow-covered mountain and the fog or at least the steaming water and the reflection. But every time the situation is a little different. This time the lake only began to steam intensely when the sun came over the mountain. By this time the last wisps of fog had long since disappeared.
under the spell of autumn
Year after year I am drawn to the Engadin in autumn and especially to lake Champfèr. Basically, the mood I'm looking for here is always the same: the yellow larches, the snow-covered mountain and the fog or at least the steaming water and the reflection. But every time the situation is a little different. This time the lake only began to steam intensely when the sun came over the mountain. By this time the last wisps of fog had long since disappeared.