Sometimes you don’t need to go far to find a good photo. I had spent the last two weekends grading national high school graduation exams, which left little time for longer walks or trips to my usual photography spots. Instead, I stayed close to home. During a short walk, I spotted a starling in a park, and it quickly caught my attention.
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It was a calm and warm evening when I returned to the lake. I was curious to see if the same family of ducks I had spotted the other day was still around. I went to the same spot among the reeds, set up my camera, and sat quietly. The gentle sounds of the lake made the wait peaceful. Soon, I realized I was about to witness something special. I saw the ducklings at sunset moving through golden reflections on the water.
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Yesterday I went to my favorite lake, thinking it was too early in the season. The weather was still too cold for much wildlife. To my surprise, I spotted a mother duck with her ducklings at the lake just before sunset. They were moving among the reeds, and Mum was cautious at first. I stayed completely still, and she gradually came closer, letting me watch her little family.
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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.
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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.
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