I went for a short walk along the river the other day, just to see how the area is changing with early spring. It’s still pretty quiet out there, not much happening at first glance, but once you slow down a bit, small details start to stand out. And this time, I noticed clear signs of beavers along the river — more activity than I expected.
Continue reading Signs of Beavers Along the River: An Early Spring Walk
A week before Easter, the conference hall of the County Office in Sieradz once again hosted the annual Sieradzkie Stoły Wielkanocne. This popular local event attracts visitors from across the region who come to experience a traditional Polish Easter food display and see how Easter traditions in Poland are still practiced today.
Continue reading Traditional Polish Easter Food at Sieradz Tables
Blue hour at a flooded lake in early spring, where last year’s reeds and distant birds shape a quiet, in-between moment
You don’t notice the light first here — you notice how the lake begins to breathe. Wind moves through the trees behind you. Water shifts quietly at the edges of the flooded ground. Somewhere out there, across a surface that’s hard to read in the fading light, come the scattered calls of birds — ducks, coots, grebes, swans. Beneath it all, a low, steady murmur: frogs waking after winter.
Continue reading The Lake Begins to Breathe
It was one of those early spring walks when nothing seems fully decided yet — winter still lingering in the air, but the ground already waking up. The fields on the outskirts of town had just been sown, rough and uneven, with fresh green blades pushing through the soil. I wasn’t expecting much that day, but then I noticed a rook in the fields — calm, unhurried, walking as if it had all the time in the world.
Continue reading A Rook in the Fields — An Early Spring Encounter
That morning, the Warta valley was still waking up — cold air, soft light, not a soul around. Then I saw the jay that paused on a bare branch, looking straight at me. Most days, they stay hidden — a flash of blue between the trees, gone before you can raise your camera. But this one gave me a look and a few seconds. That was enough to finish the memory so the image could tell the same story my mind kept replaying.
Continue reading The Jay That Paused
Looking for an early-season gravel adventure in southern Poland? The Cienkow Loop gravel ride near Wisla delivers open views, quiet ridges, and a surprising lack of snow. Early March in the mountains usually means winter slowly loosening its grip, but this year spring seems to be arriving ahead of schedule — except on the ski slopes, where snow cannons are working overtime.
Continue reading Cienkow Loop — A Scenic Gravel Ride in the Beskids
On the last day of February, the weather felt more like spring than winter. The usual chill had vanished, replaced by +16°C, clear skies, and sunshine — a perfect day for a walk.
Continue reading A Surprising February Walk: The Sparrows of Winter
The last snow of the season — one of my favorite spots to photograph trees, just before spring starts to take over
It seems like winter is beginning to loosen its grip and make way for spring. It’s still February, but this weekend’s forecast promises full sun and temperatures reaching 15°C. These are the days I live for as a cyclist — when I can leave my long-sleeved bibs and jersey at home and simply enjoy the warmth on my skin.
Continue reading The Last Snow: Capturing a Winter’s Transition to Spring
A curious yellowhammer observed me carefully during a winter walk near the Warta Valley — most birds flew away, but this one stayed
It was meant to be an ordinary walk — one of those gentle winter afternoons when the air softens and the low light warms everything it touches. I was moving slowly along the edge of the fields near the river valley, not searching for anything in particular.
Continue reading A Curious Yellowhammer in the Warm Winter Light
That moment when the highest peaks reveal themselves through winter fog — the Polish Tatras showing off their alpine soul
There’s a moment, just before mist swallows a mountain, when you feel very small. I felt that way standing beneath Poland’s highest peaks — the Tatras rising layer by layer into heavy winter clouds.
Continue reading When the Trails Turn to Ice — A Warm Winter in the Polish Tatras
A peaceful chapel nestled in the Tatras, where faith, perseverance, and community endure.
While my son was skiing in Małe Ciche, near Zakopane, I found the perfect excuse to leave behind the ski slopes and take a snowy hike with my camera. As I walked through the quiet hills, the world seemed to slow down, and then I came across something unexpected — a small chapel hidden within the folds of the Tatra Mountains.
Continue reading Faith in the Folds of the Tatras
Frost-covered birches during a quiet winter walk — a short return of winter near the frozen lake
Winter returned for a few days — just enough to quietly reshape the landscape once again. When the frost settled overnight and the trees turned pale and white, I picked up the camera and headed out to a few of my favorite nearby locations. Places I return to often, in different seasons, knowing that even a small change in weather can completely alter their mood.
Continue reading Winter, Briefly
