Citius, altius, fortius

"Faster, Higher, Stronger"

... is the Olympic motto, proposed by Pierre de Coubertin and introduced in 1924, and ever since athletes all over the world respect it.

At every sport event athletes are better than their predecessors, improving their performances. And their results are recorded as world records. And the values for speed, time, distance, hight or weight change rapidly, reaching extremes.

But how far can they push the human performances? Is there a limit? Or what is the limit?
I mean the natural limit...

How fast can we swim or run, how high can we jump, how much weight can we lift?
Is it natural that new generation of athletes are better, faster and stronger?
Are they super-men and women?

Modern technology has a tremendous impact on sport performances. But how much can technology improve sport performances?

We see high-tech sport equipments that help athletes, as they are designed using aerodynamics, special, flexible materials and even space-technology ... as athletes look like some super-heroes.

Athletes aspiration for glory is a natural desire. But is this hunt for better performances and new world records pushing sport competitions to the extremes?

Is this the era of super-humans?
Or all is a fake, and most of them use performance-enhancing drugs and "accessories", that can't be detected by the "official" tests.

The road to the Fish-lake

I haven't been biking for a long time, as the roads were always under construction and it was dangerous to bike on the side. But years ago I went regularly biking, every afternoon, day by day, until the first snow.
It was a pleasant afternoon, perfect for taking out my bicycle and take a ride somewhere... anywhere... but out of the town! Hmmm... Let's see... what is it at the fish-lake?
Leaving the main road, you find yourself in a beautiful valley, where the road is surrounded by smooth hills, corn-fields and meadows.



There is a small little house at the end of the village, it is like it was dropped there from a fairy tale...










On your way you can see some people making hay...







horses pulling carts...







sheep grazing on the top of the hill...








scarecrows waving along the corn-fields...








birds flying all around the bushes and even a sleeping cat on the tree!






The lake was quiet today, only few fisher-men were staying with their fishing-rods on the shore, no trace of tourist, who usually come here for camping, sunbathing or swimming on weekends.





The water surface was rarerly disturbed by small waves, created by some jumping fish. All was calm and relaxing...








The wind was shaking gently the leaves, the reeds were whispering softly, swallows were gliding over the lake to catch flyes, the sunrays were reflected by the water and the lake was shining...

The sunset was approaching sooner than I expected...

I took a last picture of the tiny cottage and pedalled fast to get home before getting totally dark.