day 2 i just hung out in villars, the village on top of the alp where i stayed.
shortly after taking the image on the left…i fell right on my butt…and missed landing in the stream by a matter of inches. i still had a nice snowy mud mixture on my bum for the rest of the day.
it was crazy foggy on top of the mountain which made everything seem quiet and sacred.
i saw a tiny little trail branching off the road and…decided to take it. the forest felt peaceful and serene…or like it SHOULD feel peaceful and serene…but the sound of jackhammers down the mountain a ways marred the experience a bit.
i call this “a picture of quiet”
after an evening outing to get a crepe (when in europe…), went for a walk in the snowy night.
don’t the snowflakes make this look like queen anne’s lace?