Back to work

A too short Summer break. Actually no break at all.

Feels like gone back to fastening bolts.

Season's turn

A view from the bridge. In few days it's going to be different.

Our last goodbye

Bibione

Setting Sails - II

Setting Sails

We're setting sails for the way back home. These two weeks in Bibione have gone smoothly, without glitches. It's time to think about the coming winter and the challenges it will propose.

One last look

As we found it

We leave it. This morning sea and sky are gray again and melt into one thing far on the horizon. The sunny days came in between the beginning and the end. A cycle is closing.

Not meant to be crossed

A change of mind can occur anytime. 

On the seagull's bank

On the edge

The strip of land that make up Bibione's long beach, ends with a tongue of sand where salt and sweet waters coming out of the lagoon behind it meet. Flat rippled sand dunes emerge during low tide phases. Brave people cross the remaining parts under water and reach the very end of the land. Braver ones do it with a bike.

Another Summer is gone

(Made and sent from my mobile)

A Meeting Point

On a rainy day there's room enough for anyone.

Summer's End

Every year, I use to take a long walk before dawn on the last day of our vacations. The luggage is packed, the car is loaded, the sheets of our beds are folded and stacked up on the table, the fridge is empty and the night has been very short. Kids have been playing with their ephemeral Summer friends till late in the evening; we've been talking with their parents about our lives and marvelling how their daily issues that they face are surprisingly the same than ours, notwithstanding the long distance and the different life styles that divide us.

And then, once the lights are off a long train of thoughts comes in and steals some more time to your sleep. And you wonder, hypnotized by the rolling wings of the ventilator hanging on the ceiling.

So, at some point of your sleep an unexpected sense of irreversibility takes shape and makes you slip off your bed and silently put on your sandals ad walk away.

After the rain

There's nothing better than a short walk in the countyside.

  

I can't ask for more ...

I have all that I could wish.

The reason why I chose this picture for this post is that I had more or less the same feeling in the moment that I took it. It was one of those frequent overcast and rainy days that we had last summer and, instead of spending my time under a beach umbrella, reading the newspaper and listening to the dialogues held by the neighbours laying under the closest umbrellas, I could take all the time I wanted to walk along the coast with an eye up in the sky and another on the boulders.

These are opportunities that come more and more seldom. And when they happen you feel much more than happy. You feel alive and in tune with what's around youself.

This morning I've had the chance to go out for a ride on my mountain bike and chose one of the route that I always wanted to ride. I can't say why I didn't do it before. What cares to me is that al last I managed to do it. That's enough.

F. & G.

Samples from a recent past time.

Flying F. on his shining blue (not shown in the picture) MTB

Fishergirl G. with her first capture of the year (and maybe life)

A blanket of mist

As the storm approaches

It's time to go, time to leave, to get back on our tracks and reach a safe place. We've been hanging around too much. This place is no longer for us.