V. Tatry

A quick autumn trip to the High Tatras. The weather was classic mountain moodiness—thick clouds rolling across the rocky ridges, sudden bursts of sun, and even a rainbow stretching out over the valley.

Up high, there was already a fair bit of snow packed onto the narrow trails along the scree, with jagged peaks poking in and out of the fog. Down lower, the autumn colors were in full swing, with bright yellow and orange lighting up the slopes and forest paths.