I used to be scared of dark. I still am, sometimes. I used to hate running. I still do, sometimes. Does this imply I might have a… Read more “Night-Time : Run-time”
It was the first evening of the long trip. Only half an hour before, we descended the slopes of Mt Shasta back to camp, and I was feeling restless, fed by the mountain’s energy. Something hinted me to return to a turn in the road where we drove earlier that day, and I couldn’t but listen to the whisper.
Following it was more than worth it. When I reached that turn, the sun was just about to start its descent behind the mountain range to the west, and soon, the steep slopes of Black Butte were drowned in the most beautiful colours.
It was, hands down, one of the – or, probably THE – most beautiful sunset I’ve ever witnessed. The colors danced around the short but sharp peak and the air was buzzing with energy. I could feel it on my skin, and I could almost hear it, this hum, this crackle, and tunes of the song only the mountain with the choir of the sunset could sing.
“Why the hell am I doing this?!” I ask this question myself while running quite often. On average it starts floating around in my head about 2… Read more “Why (the Hell) do I Run?”
We sailed north over the almost-empty freeways. Stopping at a dam and cooling off our feet and minds, we hopped back into the old car and continued… Read more “Mount Shasta And the Sense of Wonder”
Snow! Finally. Snow… SNOW! That was me last winter when we headed out to Lake Tahoe with my host family. We were to spend Christmas and New Year… Read more “Emigrant Trail | Lake Tahoe, CA”
Note to self: Don’t try to write your journal in a car again. You know it makes you sick. Note for you: This post is literally just… Read more “Roads and Deserts | Road-Trippin’ With My Folks”
Note to self: The fact that your family, friends, or anyone else have heard of Yosemite and wanted to visit this place so badly does not in… Read more ““What is Half Dome?” | Road-Trippin’ with My Folks”
Note to self: there is such a thing as too excited. On our way to one of the most beautiful places on the planet, we stopped in… Read more “Like Children. Like Stunned Children… | Yosemite NP | Road-Trippin’ with My Folks”
I got up super late that day. By super late I mean sometime between 8.30 and 9 a.m., so, technically, many people wouldn’t call it late. I… Read more “Snow? Is it you? | Mt Saint Helena, CA”
Because sometimes, I just want to share photos that have a really special place in my heart or I’m really proud of, here and there, You’ll start seeing these published. I didn’t know how to do it for some time because honestly, I’m not very well off with website design, but I’ve decided to just do it the way I know. So here goes.
This eerie picture was taken when I drove through the redwood forest towards the campground where I was staying. The sun hasn’t touched the ground there for a few days. Everything was covered in dew, including me; whenever I walked even for just a tiny little while, little drops of water condensated on my eyelashes.
It’s around midday in the picture, even though it might not seem so. The clouds, the fog, and the tall trees made the it seem like if the ground was experiencing twilight all day long. Everything was unbelievably quiet and tranquil; all sound were softened and muffled by the fog and all seemed perfectly still…