There are so many things to be said about summer, some people are good with poetry, but as far as I’m concerned, I prefer to let the images speak.
Hidden and private beach.
Ile d’Ogoz
Just before the sun sets.
Just after the storm.
We were blessed to spend a couple of days in the Swiss ski resort Crans-Montana. Albeit we’re living at two hours drive from there, we never visited that place. As I’ve been reminded over and over again to avoid being dragged into negative thinking, I won’t write about what I think of a ski resort. And tourists for that matter.
Montagne du Sex.
Somehow, I was able to ride my bike into what was left of the wilderness.
Weisshorn
As usual, I lost track of time while sitting next to this waterfall and river.
Crans-Montana
When I say “lose track of time”, it means that two hours can fly be without me noticing anything. Which drags me into another kind of troubles as the whole family schedule might be disturbed if I don’t manage to respect some deadlines.
Plaine Morte
Camping is next on the list.
