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Fog is tricky. At least for me.

First really cold days here in Warsaw. Result = the best, the most magical fog over the ponds I've seen this year.

I've been trying to shoot it for two hours this morning. I've taken almost two hundred shots.

Still, when I look at them I can't  find the stillness and this mysterious, almost mystical feeling I had while walking with my camera, my hands freezing, my shoes soaking wet, looking for the best shot, cropping, light, trying not to slip on the leaves lying on the path. Observing seagulls fighting over a dead fish and a piece of bread. Watching the mist going slowly up and evanescing, fading away, hiding behind the old pine. Tracing a ghost-like silhouette of a runner flitting between the trees, seeing the bike moving somwhere on the other side of the park. This all seem like a neverland...- bleak, cold, minimalistic, but still neverland.  

So I come home; sun peeking timidly through my window, mist slowly disapperaing. I'm looking at my photos trying to find in them all the magic, all the illusion I saw today. Sometimes I find a photo I like, sometimes I regret not shooting a different version or cropping in a different way. And then I see how much I still need to learn, my shots being mostly far from "acceptable"...

But tommorow will be another day, and probably another misty morning...

It's been a while since I was here last time!

The good news is I'm eagerly learning how to shoot better and better photos and there's a looong summer break ahead of me; so expect a full  load of new shoots soon. I hope they'll be of better quality and estethical value than those uploaded before.

As I've looked through my photos here I've decided to delete a good half of them (if not more) and to spare only the better ones. I've tried to be as objective as I could, but still I'm not sure about the outcome. If you have any suggestions (which works are not interesting or low quality) let me know

ok. it's only the begginning of our summer break and I'm already back home from a trip to Norway. nine days - that was enough to fall in love with this country. I'm not talking only about all those little towns, colorful wooden houses, charming squares and smiley people; main streets of Oslo with thousands of tourists and souvenirs shops and clatter of everyday life were amazing as well. especially when you could walk free, see what you want to see and experience the atmosphere of the city with your friends.
But still, with all it's lovely  towns and cities, it's the Norwegian Nature that forced me to keep my eyes wide open durig long coach rides. Maybe it's because I'm kind of nature fanatic, or maybe it's because our Polish landscape is so different from theirs. But the Norwegian forests and brooks and lakes and fjords - all that was so beuatiful and unspoiled to me that I couldn't get enough of it. And no matter if the weather was good or bad, really, i was just happy to be there and to experience the beauty of the nature and the Norway itself.
And, of course, I have a big plan to come back there in February, during my winter break. And then in July again. And again. And I don't think Norway will ever become a boring country to me. With all the respect to Berlin, Slovakia or Moscow... Norway is just far more exciting.

I was playing with my camera all the day, because I have summer holidays, my three best friends are far away and I have nothing special to do. Books I have to read are lying deep in my drawer and I'm literally dying because I'm allergic to almost every kind of green things that grows in my garden, haha. What's more I'm staying home till the end of June and I'm going to have knee surgery soon I'm definitely going to kill myself!
Cheers.