week 6/26
This week’s visual diary. I’ve been doing this for some time now, and I’m starting to notice patterns. In the photos I take, in the moods, the errands, and all the usual stuff regular folk do.
week 5/26
I kinda like black and white. I think it’s more suitable for the weather and the mood I found myself in this week. Color feels too complicated.
week 4/26
In my journal, I refer to or interpret the days from Monday to midday Friday as a smudge on your car window or your glasses that is hard to get clean. During the week, it’s almost impossible for me to get it off. On Friday afternoon, it melts away a bit, and in a couple of hours, it’s all gone completely. Like it was never there. Then comes another Monday morning, and the shit is on again.
week 3/26
It was a tough week to live through, but by the end of it I figured out (again!) that I’m the main reason it feels so tough.
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.
