Homemade

Strawberry grapes marmalade.

One of my last chances, this year, to try a new road, to go somewhere out of my common tracks along the valley of the Mur river. Exploring puts aside the fatigue. The wish to discover how it is, the new scenarios, compared to the track you created on the map, is stronger that the hurdles and the slopes.

Findings

Last Chances

Evening Glory

Sometimes you need luck: if we want to call it in this way. Or, as I repeat myself, you need a little of that sixth sense that tells you to stop your bicycle ride, interrupt your ascent and turn your sight to the sun. Sometimes that bell rings inside many times but you are submerged by many other thoughts. And you miss it. Some other times you are in a serendipitous state of mind, empty and silent ... and you catch it. And soon after you ask yourself: "What if I didn't stop? What if I was faster, today, and passed ten minutes before? What if I opted for a shorter track and ran down in the valley? What if I left my mobile at home?"

It's a matter on seconds. Seconds that you cannot enjoy when you are with company. And soon after you start your evening training again, knowing that you'll be late at home, that the road will be dark and perilous, that you have to switch the red light under your saddle and wishing that everything goes right along the steep and fast descent that you have ahead. But you don't care that much. What counts is having been so lucky to stop in the exact moment the sun was going down, behind the far distant mountains, while its rays were being scattered in a way that you'll certainly be asked if the picture was photoshopped.

T-spider

Muretto

Comfortably

Et cetera ...

Stranded

Our last goodbye

Our last walk

Nocturnal

Blue Hour

At the lagoon

A colleague

Gloria