Niflheimr

I wake in the middle of the night with distant wolves howling in my ears. This is the time! This is it! The forecast was epic. No clouds, full moon, waterfall is lit up by the moonlight like a dream. So I went. Out of my tent out of the camp, follow the river upwards. I heard the moaning of the water in the distance when a roadblock appeared before me. Wait what? Can they close waterfalls? Apparently they did, so I turned back and tried to find a composition my way back to strangle my sorrow. The Gods were open-handed that day as I found this log on the shore of lake Bohinj. Like a shy nymph the mist over the lake let through a few rays of light for a fev seconds. More than plenty for me to catch the pinkish flawor in this blue symphony.