As it turned out, while I did spend a ridiculous amount of time on airplanes and other forms of transportation on my recent jaunt (approximately 39 hours airborne, plus about 12 hours on trains), I got surprisingly little reading done whilst travelling—about 1/3 of the way into Moby Dick was about the extent of it.
Why? Well, I had failed to take in to account the fact that due to the circumstances of the trip (particularly on the back end), I managed to spend the vast majority of such time in transit sound asleep. Not the slumber that you see people enjoying in commercials for airlines, but rather the involuntary unconsciousness that just hits you like the proverbial ton of bricks; when fatigue simply overpowers volition.
Anyway, I was going back through some of the pictures from Vienna and it occurred to me that these long exposure shots from inside St. Stephen’s are really quite good. I might even print a few up.
