The time I went to Serfaus

Travel log #3

I went skiing in Austria,

and it is everything that you would expect.


One of the goals of this blog was to challenge myself in new ways. Although you can argue that the mountains of Austria can be slightly more extreme than the ones I would find back home, that is not the direction I want to go in. With my travels to Trondheim and Paris, I challenged myself to explore skills that involved a more urban environment, and I can honestly say that I still have a lot of work to do when it comes to settings and composition, and that is fine. I am still young, I am not even 20 yet, I have time to learn.

This time the challenge was landscape photography. Capturing nature as a massive force, and yet include the tiniest details. That is were I struggle. That is where I have to grow and develop.


Because, yes, I am a perfectionist, at least when it comes to things I enjoy. Not a perfectionist in the way that I would give the same piece of work a thousand touch-ups to make it brilliant. There is a reason to why I skipped over drawing and painting, and decided to capture what was already stunning about reality. Some may say it is an easy way out, and in that I may or may not agree. Nevertheless, I am a perfectionist in the way that it must be perfect on the first attempt. I absolutely hate going back over a piece of work, especially a piece of written work, looking for things to improve or fix those small grammatical errors. I start it, I finish it and I store it somewhere safe never to look at it again in most cases, and I am fine with that.

14Back to the point of this post, which is, in the style of the two previous posts, to combine words and images to a great appreciation of this place. There is beauty in every single place, and in this instance the only thing you need to do is to look out of your bedroom window.

Not bad, eh?

Serfaus is not a hidden gem in terms of tourism. In fact, this appears to be what the natives makes a living on. Yet, they have found a balance between the authentic Tiroler-style and mass tourism. Coming back for the third time, I am still envious of those who grow up in such a majestic environment, and maybe especially those who can make a living of skiing. And note to self, or more of a question for the future: Was it worth the paranoia you felt racing down the slopes with an unprotected camera in a thin backpack? 

I belive it was. At least I had a chance at capturing the breathtaking gems of nature that I experienced while on this trip.  And a goal for next travel log, talk more about the travel and less about the inner workings of my mind. Although not entirely unrelated to this trip, it is an entirely different story for another time perhaps.

Kine Out.


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