blueberries are on!
It’s Friday and we’re trying to figure out what to do with the whole weekend. Rain is pretty much forecast for the entire day on Saturday. But my mind has its exploring shoes on, and I really don’t want to sit around at home doing stuff on the computer.
green & blue
It’s not always about the pictures or the story. This is hardly anything—just randomly recorded thoughts. This one is about the experience I tried to record… and if you you’re gonna spend some time here, you can be the judge of that record.
a journal entry
I wrote this to my journal today: After work we went for our classic stroll in the city, to get a coffee at Kikafe.
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.
G—44
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.
G—37
A simple memory of being out and about on our bikes.
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…
Crossroads
I call this one Crossroads because I’ve always kind of liked them. When you're out riding without a clear destination—mentally or physically—they give you that little nudge to make a decision.
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.
Snap away
That’s literally all there is. Just a bunch of random shots. A couple of snaps here and there…
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.
Giro Sterrato Numero Nove
This is what we’ve all been waiting for and that’s all I’m gonna say about this day.
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…
I’m really starting to enjoy this
Another batch of film surprises. I have to say, I’m really starting to enjoy this. I’ve shot film before, but only recently have I come to appreciate how fun and memorable it truly is.