When I think about Austria, naturally I become sixteen again (going on seventeen). But despite what Julie Andrews might have led us to believe, the Austrian hills are not alive in the middle of December. The grass is a muted green and there is very little frolicking through the countryside.
Though I did not get the Sound of Music experience, I did get the chance to catch a few sunrises along the river in Salzburg, tiptoe in the Unterberg Alps (carefully in Sanuks) and sip some Hot Captains in the quaint Christmas markets. Basically, a travel photographer's paradise.
Award winning photographer based in Tokyo, Japan. Specializing in portrait photography, he shoots a variety of portraiture, editorial, event, and commercial photography assignments. Andy is a husband, father, and lover of fried food.