The sun only barely penetrates the dense blanket of fog on this cold Sunday. There is a mystical silence in the forest near Günzach. Only a few drops of water – falling from high up in the trees onto the wet earth – can be heard. Like a dragon with glowing eyes, the 633 series announces itself on the horizon and makes its way, rushing southward.
And as fast it was over with the silence, so fast I stand lonely again in the quiet forest.
Me and my camera.