Vianden

Following in your own footsteps is a luxury that I have very rarely had the chance to indulge in. Hence, nostalgia and goosebumps were the orders of the day as I stood at the foot of the little castle of Vianden in Luxembourg. I was on my second visit there, this time in a more whirlwind fashion and with my own set of wheels, rather than the leisurely visit I made by train and bus when I first visited Luxembourg. The important point that Vianden marks for me though, is that this is where I fist tried my hand at HDR photography. It was (or so I believe) a good start, though the final results of that trip still left a lot to be desired. I discussed a good deal about those photos and about what I should and could have done to get them to synchronize better. Nearly two years down the road, I have solved that problem with a tripod, which I was not yet willing to pay for then on my student travelling budget.
And hence the goosebumps, as I stood at the very same spots where I took my first trial HDR photos, spots where I never thought I would ever visit again, and had a second go.

Things seem to have become sunnier in the meanwhile.