Summer evenings in Innsbruck draw the daylight on until 10pm. My evening routine has developed as such; cold beverage, comfortable chair and some good reading material. I sit back, engrossed in the view over the tops of the high buildings, just as much as the literature in front of my nose.
When I moved here in January I thought the willow tree was dead. It was just sleeping:
Looking west towards the RanggerKopfl and the Sellrain Mountains.
Even after the sun has long departed, the Alpenglow remains. Lighting the peaks in magical blue light:
