Beskydy—Skalka
Our favourite activity during winter weekends is hiking along the ridges of Czech mountains. Spending nights out, watching sunsets and sunrises, bonding with locals, and simply being off the regular rhythm of life — this last part sounds cheesy, but it’s true.
We particularly like the northern part of the Beskydy mountains for no obvious reason.
catching snowflakes
catching snowflakes
week 2/26
This week’s visual diary. I have nothing to say.
a trail run
week 1/26
This week’s visual diary. I guess I can consider this the first week of 2026—and it was a nice one.
week 52/25
This week’s visual diary. A Christmas week. Lots of food, lots of visits, and lots of walks.
road quirks
week 51/25
a place to be
a place to be
no story, just a hike
This isn’t really a story. It’s a record. A quiet trace of a walk.
week 50/25
This week’s visual diary where most of it is just orange.
to be found
I went solo, I wanted to be solo, I needed to be solo.
where things feel real
I don’t really know why, but I’ve been running from this city every damn weekend I can. Something in me just wants out—out to where things feel real.
week 49/25
This week’s visual diary. It’s been a good week for shooting photos.
week 48/25
This week’s visual diary. I’ve learned that nothing in this world really matters — at least not the material stuff. Everything else carries a different kind of significance, whether for me or for you.
snow, hills and blue skies
in winter, the city…
week 47/25
This week’s visual diary. To be completely honest, I’m too tired to think about the whole week on this Sunday evening, November 23rd. So I’ll make it short — really short.
aid for a rough patch
week 46/25
This week’s visual diary. I am going to try to explain each photo, because I feel like it. Autumn is long gone and the actual grim winter time is here.