All alone, Sunday morning.
Hunting this chick with rad renovated old-school MTB (the kind you’ll drool over at RetroBike).
Old quarry filled with autumn colors.
All alone, Sunday morning.
Hunting this chick with rad renovated old-school MTB (the kind you’ll drool over at RetroBike).
Old quarry filled with autumn colors.
I miss Kraków, maybe because it resembles Košice and feelings connected to it so much. And maybe I am just too tired and autumn is real (and I am out of serotonin).
Early morning bike ride in dark and silence and rain was the perfect way to indulge this kind of loneliness.
(taken two years ago at Forum Hotel, 2012)