Sticking my head through the fog

A chilly autumn morning, one of the first ones of 2016. Through the fog I reached this spot, only guessing it’s the spot I had in mind. One opening at the right time was sufficient to reveal a splendid view on the High Tatra mountain chain. Traffic seemed to be rather dense, and interesting: a passenger pulled train each way per hour, followed by one … Continue reading Sticking my head through the fog