I don't know what hit me that day. It was a rainy, moist, and super cold day, basically freezing. You could only see like 20 meters ahead and then the fog took over. On a normal basis, everybody would just stay at home on a day like this and get cozy, watch something on Netflix, and just stay in bed all day. But somehow I had the urge to go out. So I took my cross out of the shed, put on the thickest clothes I have, and just drove up a near mountain, equipped with all my camera gear. When I arrived on the top of the hill my jeans were soaked and my helmet goggles could have used some windshield wipers.
Because there was so much fog I couldn't really take landscape photos, if I did the photos would just have been white. Luckily I packed my tripod with me, so I can self-portraits. As soon as I started to build up my scene, the problem that every photographer knows of course happened. Suddenly people and cars just appeared out of nowhere. Where I live it is not so typical that people stand in front of a camera and do some strange poses or in my case just jump in the air and that multiple times in a row.
After about an hour of me jumping through the air, I decided that I've shot enough pictures of me at this location. I still had some motivation left so I drove down the mountain and headed to the local bog located in Weng and then further to the Wallersee lake. At this point, my nose was basically frozen but hey, I wouldn't do it if I didn't like to. Another hour later I finally told myself to drive home, get a shower, and make a hot tea, after standing in mud and getting attacked by ducks.