Living at the sea
At a sea of fog. The fog covers the ground and is heavy hanging over the lake. I wait for lifting of the fog, when the sun comes through and the wind,too. The lake will be ready again, open and uncovered. Then it´s time: I MUST GO IN, THE FOG IS RISING (Emily Dickinson, americ. poet, 1830-1886).
Slalomvictory at the Hallowind 2009 in Jadrija/ Croatia
"It was a long ride in the car of about 650 km through Hungary and Croatia. But it was worth the effort. Crystal water in the Adriatic sea, blue skies and wind from 7 to 30 knots brought a lot of action. The opponents from Croatia, Slovenia and Austria were excellent and it was a tough fight till the last →