The shape of goodness is the shape of life sometimes lived in the cold and fear of falling. My cycling season lasts for as long as the weather makes it (im)possible. Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care…
My love for cycling, Bucharest and summer took me to one of the most beautiful buildings – a daring blend of modern and tradition – and to a vapory sunset over the Herăstrău lake:
We all have a first love, a summer love, a winter love…. A last love. We carry them everywhere… And they carry us to the most beautiful places ever. Pictures from dreamy Bucharest in summer:
Life is irregular. Some regularity could be the spice of just about anything. Just be regular in small pleasures and irregular in others – such as bad decisions, mad dogs and carbs 🙂 One of the regularities in my life…
First sunset in April… courtesy of my bike.
Spring is where my heart is… Pictures of all my blooming trees and the yellow fire of folstitia:
As I wrote last year this time, Old and New, I am not keen on boundaries, either visible or invisible. What I wish for the New Year…As the saying goes that nobody is too slim or too rich, I would…