A strong and chilling northern wind has come over us during the day. The grey sky that we had until yesterday was swept away during the night. Bright light, barren trees, woolen hats. They say tomorrow it's going to be even colder than today. I'll finally feel by myself what it means to be at the feet of the Alps. I'm ready, my gears as well.
[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Monday, November 28, 2016
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Different perspectives
Some prefer to look at the tips of their feet while others are always shooting at the stars.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Arrivederci
Driving back to Austria after a short stay in our family town. The longer the distance the coarser our sight. No time for taking many pictures. Maybe a better chance next time. Aufwiedersehen.
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