[sella prasnig, via rio freddo valley]

The iced ground squeaks and cracks as I run, birds fly overhead against a beautiful mix of cloudy & sunny sky. A couple of fearful young mountain chamoises run as fast as me :) in the thick wood, the howling wind brings some snow and news of the day. It's a new day rising in the Rio Freddo valley...

[part 1, on the way to sella prasnig beneath a cloudy and snowy sky]

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Biotope therapy.
























God damnit, there's no room for the mountains yet and my photography goes from bad to worse.

[sompdogna, jôf]

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

[plan dai purcei]

As I'm writing this post it's raining cats and dogs and the mountains are being covered with a thick blanket of mesmerising snow.

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Every time I enter that room on that messed table there is a black egg that winks at me... so a few days ago I picked the overlooked black Olympus XA2 and I went for a run in the coldest place of my region [alas not anymore considering the increasing temperature trend of the last years due to global warming]. The record was -35°C, or so, as long as I can remember. Today just an humble -7°C and less snow than ever.
























Up there Picco di mezzodì.
Shots metered at ~200 ASA. Yep, the light leaks are still there even after I've replaced the seals. Well, I love them.