home and back
An idea we had—and executed before. No car to visit mom, just bikes and the bare essentials for a weekend. On Friday we cycled there, on Saturday we hiked, and on Sunday we rode back with a short-ish detour.
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There is a less time we spend together riding bikes this year so far. So this is a simple memory of being out and about.
a friend & a bike
I really like this diptych. I won’t explain it, but I’m truly glad to have friends like Jakub.
Limitations
We went for a hike, for a change. Maybe it was just for the sole purpose of walking — doing something different from what we're used to. Changing things up, maybe slowing down, going a shorter distance and enjoying more of what's around us. Or going further — it doesn't really matter. Without a time limit. It could take 30 minutes, an hour, or a whole day. No plan.
Just the necessary.
It’s Sunday, kinda warm, and we’re off for a hike. At first, neither of us thought there would be anything special about it. But after we crossed the altitude of 1000 meters above sea level, everything became special. That’s the rule.
Hills I call home
This weekend I spent with my mom, on a hike to a sparsely visited place. Some of you know where it is, some don’t. The weather was unpredictable—sun, rain, wind, kind of cold, and a few tiny patches of snow still left on the ground from the last cold days…
a simple sunset
Out and About
I’ve probably written about this a thousand times—or at least it feels that way. These old, forgotten trails occupy my thoughts constantly when I’m out and about.
hills behind hills behind hills
There are still places out there—hidden in plain sight. I love exploring them; they’re the most precious places Mother Nature has to offer. Finding them carries the same weight as some of life’s big milestones: graduation, a first kiss, a promotion... even winning the lottery (which I never have). Long story short, these places mean a lot—to me, and to themselves.
Girona
So we went to Girona. It was kind of a dream of ours that had to eventually come true. Dreams need to come true—otherwise they get lost or forgotten, and that’s very bad. Therefore, I’d like to tell you about our journey. In short. And mostly through photos.
The Pattern of Togetherness
But what makes me even happier is seeing people excited to have a riding buddy—someone to ride with, talk with, and share experiences with.
Stará Voda
There's a place not far from Olomouc, nestled in the region once known as the Sudetenland…
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While sitting in front of the cabin and enjoying our lunch, a thought came to me. Do you know how we usually talk about our age in years?
every cause has its because
simple things
Anyway—today, we checked out the ruins of Brníčko Castle and spent almost an hour there. The place is magical, and the views… jeeesh. Then we grabbed coffee at Pikola in Šumperk, headed back to Olomouc, and wrapped up the day with an evening walk through the city. That’s it, that’s all.
with mom
We head out from home in thick fog, feeling a little bummed that we won’t get to see much. But I tell myself, quietly, that it’s fine—it’ll still be awesome.
through the mist
weekend stroll volume three
cold, miserable and awesome
weekend stroll volume two
hiking before cycling
hiking before cycling
thoughts during a run
Why do I run at night (in the dark)?
It kind of tricks my mind, making it feel like everything around me slows down. You don’t see distractions like streetlights, passing cars, or lights in the windows that would mess up the trick. It’s just me, total darkness, and my headlamp—because breaking your ankle isn’t fun.