Beneath the watchful gaze of towering pines and beside the still, glistening waters of Zbiornik retencyjny Gańczorka, the day seemed…
Last Sunday, under a sky of unbroken blue, we found ourselves standing at the edge of Zbiornik retencyjny Gańczorka —…
Every morning, at around eight o’clock, I take Monty – our small, spirited Shih Tzu – for his walk. It’s…
In an age where images flood our screens by the million, there remains an elusive realm where photographs transcend mere…
There’s something timeless about tracing old paths on two wheels—no engine hum, no rush, just the steady rhythm of pedal…
Photography, for me, has never been merely about taking pictures. It’s about observing—truly seeing. A weathered door. The curve of a…
There’s a certain kind of day that asks nothing more of you than to walk — slowly, quietly, and without…
There are days when the world feels like it has paused just for you, when the sun shines brighter, the…
It was one of those Central European summer days that can’t quite make up its mind: warm enough for short…
There is something timeless about the act of ascending a viewing tower — a quiet promise of perspective, both literal…