Memories

This woman was in a train station, kissing and watching some photos, on Friday and on Saturday.

About seasons and colors

Green trees and cold. Not this way.

Golden trees, wind and cold. This way.

Male, monochrome syndrome

My monochromatic collection of males. They have different ages, different looks, but they have one thing in common. They are scouts. So I introduce you some of the people who took part in our summercamp, camp which will be remembered for a long time.

Paul.

Next one, he’s Freddy. It’s funny talking to him, because he doesn’t know very good English, and you get many ‘wha..?’ looks while you try to explain him different things.

It’s Victor’s turn. I appreciate that he let me take a big-nosed photo of him, even if he doesn’t know that I’m putting it on the Internet.

Aaaand Peter. Peter was our hike leader in the camp. I am really grateful because he didn’t freak out because my slow walking.

Air. Simple.

Going up, so up, and every time you raise your head, you see the nature as you have never seen it before.

Simply air.

Things like this don’t happen normally. Going up, and see such unbelievable views, right in front of you, surrounding you, so close to the clouds, feeling so high, and knowing that at the beginning, you thought that all that you’re going to feel is.. mainly.. pain. Of your feet, of your back, of your lungs, because you have never done a three-days-hike before. Well. It was worth it. Even more.

It was AIR.