#berner oberland

[wanderlandjournal]

lauterbrunnen, Switzerland

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Bernese Oberland or Bernese HIghlands travel poster, featuring a bear reaching over from a balcony to shake hands with a young woman (1945). Artwork by Paul Gusset.

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Above lake Oeschinen, January 7, 2023 (at this time of year there should be a lot of snow here, but it was mild like in april)

shot with Nettar 515 on Ilford HP5

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Strandbad Brienz • Berner Oberland

~ Johann Peter Flück (Swiss, 1902-1954), circa 1930

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Sunlit Lonely Tree captured on a hike early October.

Iffigenalp, Berner Oberland, CH

📸 by @WorldHiker_

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Ein Kurzurlaub in der Schweiz – Teil 2: Brienzer Krapfen

#Brienz #Krapfen #BäckereiWalz #BernerOberland #Spezialität #ChristineDurrer

[wanderlandjournal]

Lauterbrunnen, October '22

[cheminsdemoi]

On the way down

[marcherren]

Bergfrühling im Januar

Nettar 515, Ilford HP5

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Ready for anything by Brad Visser Via Flickr: Dramatic light, flare, colour shifts and funny little glowy balls - the final roll of film I exposed on the day had a bit of everything. But I suppose that's part of the fun of expired film. I can only think that Kandersteg enjoyed our visit as much as we did, if the heart in the final image is anything to go by. 😉 Either way, we had a very enjoyable day out amongst the mountains and can definitely recommend a day trip to Kandersteg and Oeschinensee. Committed to expired Kodak Portra 160 using a Mamiya 6 and 50 mm lens. Developed using a C-41 kit from Ars-Imago and digitised with a digital camera. Positive conversion, colours and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and final tweaks in Photoshop.

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On the way to Niesen's Summit. Berner Oberland. No. 8788, par Izakigur Via Flickr : On the way to Niesen's Summit. Berner Oberland. No. 8788,

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[wisdomfish]

Walk on the central glacier of the Oberland in the gloom of a summer night. The grey clouds have hung about the Grimsel, and inflicted on you the sense of chill October, instead of bringing the sweet clearness of an August afternoon. The night has gathered starless and cold; but you are bent on your journey, though it requires all the energy of your determination to carry you through the discomforts of the march. The path at first is sharp and stony, then it is steep—steep in descent, steep in ascent—and your already tired and aching feet make you feel that it is hard to know which is the worse of the two. However, you have passed the polluted moraine, and at last you are on the ice. How cold it is! The breeze comes sweeping down the glacier, and chills you to the bone. Onward you go. The clouds are clearing. Things are better. Star after star is plain above you, and the giant mountains tower grim and gaunt around you, but, at any rate, less wrapped in shrouds. Onward you go, taking more and more courage. What is that shaft of amber, clear and fine as polished steel? What is that flash of deeper glory which shoots across the heavens? What is that line of scintillating gold and crimson which marks the crenulated crests of the mountains, and makes their snow-peaks and ice-lines like transparencies drenched in living fire? How glorious it is, the breaking of the dawn—the breaking of a real splendid August morning over the region of eternal snow! Gradually it steals down the slope of the mountains, till the very glacier itself is aglow. Now a world is before you, startling in its wildness and beauty—your graceful Finster Aar and savage Schreckhorn, and Strahleck barrier, and then, beyond, the soaring Eiger and the grim and meditative Mönch. Wild and beautiful in form and strangeness,—it is all before you now. Ah! it was all there, in its strangeness and stateliness, even when you shivered in the mist and darkness. It was all before you; but to you it was useless, unperceived, unwondered at. You needed the magic of light to reveal it. You know what it is, though it was there before you knew it. You are a debtor to the tender mystery of the dawn. ~ Great Texts, Knox Little, The Light of Life, 4.