Next morning I was out at dawn Snow flurries overnight meant Stephansplatz would be virginally white as well as virtually deserted I hadnt figured out how to cope with the cathedral in one shot Its spire stretched like a giraffes neck into the silvergrey sky but at ground level it was elephantine squatting massively in the centre of the city Probably there was no way to do it Id have to settle for something partial In that weather at that time it could still be magical But then theres always been something magical about photography