Chimney Climbing part II

The other night, in an impromptu light snow--Prague by far the coldest this week--I climbed up a chimney at a hospital overlooking the tram-line. I can't tell you how peaceful it is up there, surrounded by dark wind and dry bits of snow. There is a strange fog here in the winter, a soft ghost-blanket, and that night the lights in the city were like dull gold pearls, beaded all around.

M.I.X. and Klára took me up the Komín on Monday, both originally from Prague. "You have to have a respect of the heights, not a fear," says M.I.X. "It's fucking tall."

M.I.X. photography

photo by M.I.X. : Klára