I’m quite surprised to see that a lovely — if strenuous — calf-muscle-stretching downhill hike from the Niederhorn with Habi and his family was in November, as it didn’t feel that late in autumn.
I lost a close friend to a brain tumour that day, receiving the phone call as I arrived back at the car that his sudden decline had ended abruptly around the time I was sitting in the sun on the mountain across the lake; thinking about him and and talking about him.
A walk through the vineyards on the shores of Lac Léman in uninspiring light was the only other time I really pointed my camera at anything for the rest of that month.
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