by Lorenzo Piccoli

Slightly worried about the idea of my second parisian lockdown of this year, I went for one of my last bike rides of 2020. There is a road I took for the first time this summer: it goes up to Dombresson, where the view opens to a large valley, the Val de Ruz.

I rode up the same road again to explore the contrast with the new season. There was this moment when a passing car stirring up all the leaves on the road. They floated in the air as I rode by. I took a mental photograph.

I arrived in Dombresson just before sunset. Everyone was on standstill: a few other cyclists, pedestrians, people who drove up the fields with their cars and, of course, cows: everyone seemed to be enjoying the sunset. I took a bunch of actual photographs.

I rode down to Neuchatel in the dark. I will miss these empty, silent places.