[säbelspitz, via giramondo pass]

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


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

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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.



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

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

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This one goes out to the one I love!

The one I love.


How impressive is the eloquence of silence.


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.


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.


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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