Whilst working in Bavaria, I took a train south to Austria. Salzburg was a short few hours to do for a weekend trip in the fall. It's famous for the birth of Mozart (of which his house is located) and The Sound of Music. We stayed in a cheap AirBnB a few minute walk to the centre and ventured around for the full two days.
Salzburg was like venturing into a pleasant hidden city. Surrounded by mountains it felt like you were in on a secret and when you walked around, it felt like you could uncover new areas off the tourist path. There was a calmness within the city that made you feel at home when you get off the train and immediately see the Untersberg from the tracks. The true beauty of the city is found in duality between history and nature. The city built within nature carved into stone and the always present Alps surrounding it.
The week before the trip I read an article about the practice of travel photography in direct sunlight. Wide angle zoom lenses and an f/8 or above. Therefore, on the trip, I tried to follow those two factors as a grounding limit. How can I be creative and true to my experiences travelling while following some sort of technical obstacle? This was more of an exercise for me into the technical elements of an image. The sky, although mostly blown out, now began to look like another added element. The sun was captured as a star from the aperture blades- the higher the depth of field, the more points on the star. The wider the lens, the smaller we feel in the city and the larger we feel outside of it. From cable cars for a beer on top of a mountain or hiking at night through a castle to a brewery on the side of a stone hill- Salzburg is somewhere I will go back to. It's a place, I feel, that wouldn't change when you return to it. Same vibe, people, history and nature.
An anecdote for you:
On the first day of walking around the city centre, we went to the shopping district of the city. It's a narrow street with tall buildings and rope lighting hanging from the second floor windows. Although there were hundreds of people filling up the street, every one of them had these small sausages walking past us.
Smelling it as they walked past us was like waking up to the smell of bacon on a Saturday morning. I traced the people back to wehre they were exiting and it was this small alleyway. Under this dark hallway, about half way down, was a hole in the wall with a yellow sign saying "Balkan Grille" serving Austrian Bosna. Bosna is said to have originated in Salzburg and its filled with a spicy house bratwurst, curry sauce and a toasted bun. The large ones have 2 in the bun, the small only one. With bosna in hand, we walked into the old square passing by massive Cathedrals and Abbeys. One of those moments still appreciated years later.