Finally embracing three-dimensionality with a very tall antenna.
One hour sunset from Beyssenac to Payzac.
It is between Lyon and Saint Etienne, that lays a vast, seamlessly endless, flatland without identity. Brutally glued satellite pictures, unsharp and messy.
I’m getting ready for the crossing.
Reaching Lyon in a Leonard Cohen Live Album time span.
Given the flat nature of this new French environment, the need to find three-dimensional trees, houses or anything else, works as a secondary fuel.
A sled to slide them all.
Probably reaching France and leaving the Alps once and for all (finally).
The unknown flatland ahead gives a pleasant feeling of relief.
The first snow approached.
On my way up the Matterhorn peak, between horrible vertigo, solitude and a first glimpse of agoraphobia.
“Frosty morning” helps to ease the dark night.
On my way through and out of Lugano towards the higher Alps.
A series of paranormal encounters.