Snowflakes

...everywhere.

Recipe here.

In January

Sometimes it is still possible to pass through the wardrobe to that bright, magical, an unexpected, 
but longed for land.

Mala Vlahinja Mountain Peak

'...And the mountains bowed down
In the morning sun
Like a ballet of the heart'

A few photos from one clear, snowless January day in the mountains accompanied with a line from 
Bill Callahan's song which has been going through my again amazed mind.

Wrapping up

Back then when I saw this Italo Calvino quote on the poster hanging in Arezzo it was like somebody
read my mind, the same kind of delight and the same kind of pleasure.

“You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.”
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities    

These holiday pictures are the last ones I want to share before taking another journey which as all 
great journeys starts in the places and continues through the people we met, the memories that remain 
and the answers we got, through the beauty it adds to the overall life.