[säbelspitz, via giramondo pass]

Chasing endorphins. The art of running in the mountains the last day of the year.

xlvi

What shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?







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[tenchia]

MTB memories.






You'll never change what's been and gone!

[sompdogna, jôf]

Running & defying the bad weather and the headwind. Sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn’t.

xlii

Memories.



Early winter, a walk above the clouds, Picco di Mezzodi'.

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[dauda]

Memories.










I still remember the gory details of that gorgeous lonely™, sunny, running™ day.

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[musi]

xxxix

This one goes out to the one I love!




The one I love.

[corta]

How impressive is the eloquence of silence.

[pramosio]

Today there's only some room for enjoying a run in Pramosio with the very first snow and the usual, irreplaceable, camera in the backpack.

xxxvi

Do not throw objects through the window [if you're able to open the window].



















Take a bow, Julius Kugy, footprint on the sands of time.









Sabotin.


I had this expired™ film with a big question mark [no idea why] on the roll so I used it for fun during a short train trip that also puts the end to september.

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