Posts about susten pass
A familiar array of “adventures” which I feel fortunate to regularly enjoy.
May is a funny month for me. The countryside is green and lush, with lots of flowers in the meadows and a pleasant mix of cooling rain and warming sunshine, but I often feel a little frustration because the higher mountains are often still covered with slushy snow. This year, I’ve been spending a lot…
For my first blog post in review of 2019, I decided to pick out a few of my favourite wintry photographs from last year in Switzerland, which show the kind of classical landscape photography I love.
It’s been a very difficult year, but the sadness has been diluted a little with some lovely memories along the way. Here’s to a better 2019.
I love the alpine Susten Pass road and the mountain scenery there, particularly the area around the Steingletscher glacier and nearby hotel. It’s been a long time since I’ve visited in spring—before the upper reaches of the road have been cleared—so Jo and I took a drive as far as the top snow gate near…
Finding a magnificent view of a scene I know well, by going up a little road and turning a corner.
There’s a trend these days for people to use the word “stunning”: from tabloid newspapers to t.v. presenters. And their use of the word so often makes everyone else use it. A view of the sea: “stunning”. A fashionable dress: “stunning”. A film star looking average on a red carpet somewhere: “stunning”. I think that use of the…
A long-held ambition fulfilled: to hike to my favourite glacier near the Susten Pass in Switzerland.
I adore the way that the road curves around the boulder, how a single tree grows from the top of this boulder, how the road is cambered to lean cars into the centre of the bend, how there’s a small parking place next to a well in the middle of the hairpin, and how there…
I decided to take advantage of glorious warm weather and the Easter bank holiday to visit the closed stretch of road near the upper reaches of the Susten pass in Switzerland.
My light in the darkness, who has more patience for my photographic madness than I could imagine in a thousand dreams.
