What can be more soothing than the sound of an alpine rivulet? At places gurgling away under a layer of ice, bursting through at the next opportunity, briskly rushing downward until the next hold up diverts its flow a little. Bending, bowing, pushing, around and over hill and dale, nevertheless endlessly pressing forward to a destination yet unknown…

all images: Staugrabenbach, Gaalgraben, Stmk.
And all the while, this rivulet alters the world we know…





