BIESZCZADY

Tu po kamieniach, z pracowną Arachną
Kłóci ,się wietrzyk i rwie jej przędziwo;
Tu cząbry smutne gór spalonych pachną;
Tu wiatr obiegłszy górę ruin siwą,
Napędza nasion kwiatów - a te puchy
Chodzą i w grobie latają jak duchy.

Luna

Last time we had a photo session both in the forest and on the  field. Mosquitoes had no mercy on us. There was a loats of fun. Thanks to Kasia for modelling and Patrycja + Robo for assist.
Below u can see the outcome.
Summer is the speciall season, many things to be seen. Just love it.
As for me this kind of weather and overall feeling could last for whole year.

IR Infrared Photography

Some fun with a new filter!

Angel

Last weekend Angel landed in my living room.
With the white feather wings
Quietly broke boring day

That is the effect of my last session.
Daria was a very pleasant to work with.
We spend some time working over this project.

I was modeling too, but pics are not ready yet.

Home sweet home.

Christmas time in my town.  I was hoping that snow will last until Christmas... Happy childish feeling... Unfortunately it melted. Maybe a miracle will happen? Snow flakes, will you come? Fall softly on my face? Make my Christmas bright and white? Come, come - I'm calling. Change this world, make it white like fairy tale. Bring all the memories, be like a Madeleine cake to me.

And that's how it was a week ago!!!

I prefer ugliness

I prefer ugliness
It's closer blood circulation
Words

Last time I joined a photo club and we focused on  document photography. Although it is not my favourite type of photography, I gave it a go. Below you can see the effect of my work.

I went to a small butcher's shop. Very interesting place and documented a process of the meat making. The most of all I liked smoking. Buchers like Hephaestus getting in to the heart of the earth. Impressive. We dont even think of it how simple, everyday things are made. We just use it, eat it .. That's all.

Places like the bucher's shop are like small worlds. People do the secret rituals to make the things happen.

It's good to look in a different way on all that surround us. World should never be the same, cos it can be boring. Taking different point of view coud be like a mirracle, that changes the world in your eyes.

Waiting

Hands

Hell

Hunging

Waiting

All credits to the owner of the place Mr Roman Bodera.

To Autumn

To Autumn

by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloomthe soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Amanita

Walk on leaves

Beechwood

Far away

Field

Swamp