"This is private!"

Yes, I see. Just wanted to take a look.

We made it together...

Kurz Pause

 

Where the streets have no name

South of Graz, the countryside unfolds through unnamed roads, fields, and quiet horizons. During an evening ride, after turning back to reach home again, I come across this small roadside chapel standing alone at a fork: a silent landmark in a landscape where orientation seems to depend more on memory than on signs. A place beyond addresses and destinations, where roads are less about arriving somewhere and more about moving through space, light, and solitude. For a moment, the absence of names feels like a form of unexpected freedom.

Then came the French

A warm tea

Waldstein

Einen guten Rutsch ins neue Jahr!

I must be maybe setting excessive expectations on myself: this should be in my plans a year devoted to prepare something worth of being told to my nephews, if I'll ever have any. Let's start it cautiously. It's getting every day colder and I'm no longer willing to suffer that much for riding below zero.

Stop & Ride

S.Pankraz

When it gets dark

Bus Stop