Easter Sunday
We got out of our heads. We ran every morning around the canal banks where the tree blossoms have already burst and dropped on the ground to look like cheap confetti. We bought a new video game and to
really there's nothing better than lying drunk in a ditch
berlin as interzone
i should immediately turn heel and go back up the mountain but i have standup
Dawn over Devero
Footprints in snow
Upper Devero South
Hip deep
45°
No Crampiolo
Upper Devero
Upper Devero South
Old giants
Rifugio under the peak
Alps up there
Whisp horn
Devero Rifugio
First ascent
Larch woods
Simplon richtung Italien
Simplon ridges
The Silver Eggheads by Fritz Leiber
the words aren't coming
They're not coming