This week’s visual diary. It’s been a good week for shooting photos.

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.

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.

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.

This week’s visual diary. There’s a some order to the photos but no particular meaning.

Have a great week ahead.

Week 44 took place in Ireland.

This week’s visual diary. This week was pretty mellow. Romča was still fighting the cold and me, I have something wrong with my finger on my right foot. Autumn in the city is concrete grey and I just did not feel like doing anything. Going to work, shoot, in the afternoon, or chill. I can’t help myself, but living in the city is so uninspiring to me.

This week’s visual diary. Nothing of particular importance, and also no sense of order whatsoever. I did a lot of running this week, and also rode my gravel bike. In between those sporting events I managed to take a photo here and there. Documenting what I found interesting. Yeah and also we went for a short walk/hike which was fun.

This week’s visual diary. There’s a bit of order to it — I divided it into two parts: weekdays and the weekend.

This week’s visual diary. Nothing of particular importance, and also no sense of order whatsoever.

We were busy with preparing our Gravel Ramble Camp, so I did not take many pictures, almost none. I am still struggling with corn on my right foot. Thanks to Romka it will hopefully get better soon.

Bye.

This week’s visual diary. No particular importance, no particular order.

I think I’m entering my black-and-white era again. I’m still trying to learn how to shoot with my new camera. It feels so simple, yet so hard. I work on it every time I can.

This week was incredibly busy. I really despise spending 8 hours at work—it feels like such a waste of time that could be spent otherwise. But humans need money. That sounds artificial…

A midweek beer with friends was a blast, and the weekend on bikes—with Mom, and bikes again—why does it have to end?

This week’s visual diary. No particular importance or order. Maybe I should rename these as events of plain living—that would be more suitable. The end of this summer is quite busy, and I simply don’t have time to shoot. I am either working, riding my bike, or running.

This week’s visual diary consists of two galleries. The first, Gallery of Memories, shows moments from before the Czech Tour. The second follows random moments during the race itself. There’s no particular order or hierarchy between the two.

I just want everyone to know that the Czech Tour was a blast, and I’m so grateful to be part of such an amazing group of people who make this race happen.

Last week’s visual diary. No particular order or importance.

Looking back on this week, I don’t remember much—I almost always have to peek into my journal. The last couple of weeks have flown by, and only a few moments stand out without a little reminder from the pages.

This week’s visual diary. Of no particular importance, nor in any particular order.

The start of the week was rough—like, rough rough. A huge storm rolled over Olomouc.
I went for a hike with I wish this was a real car and not a toy.
I never thought an RC car could be such a relaxing thing. I was so focused on navigating the terrain that I forgot about everything else.
We saw a cool van at our favorite coffee spot, Kikafe.
And over the weekend, I managed to tick off almost every box on my to-do list.