A young roe deer buck pauses in a snowy field, surprised by an unexpected encounter on a winter walk
Winter arrived suddenly this week — the kind of winter I remember from childhood. Not the hesitant, half-hearted versions we’ve had lately, with mud instead of snow and temperatures that never really commit. This one came quietly but decisively: frost in the mornings, fields turning white overnight, and that familiar crunch underfoot.
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The walk wasn’t planned around birds — it rarely is.
It was one of those late autumn afternoons when the sky feels thin and undecided, pale with mist, as if the day is already halfway gone.
Warm December sunset over snowy fields and wind turbines — a fleeting winter moment captured during a bike ride
This snowy winter didn’t last long — barely two weeks — yet it managed to completely reshape the familiar landscapes along my favourite cycling routes. And now, even in mid-December, the cold already feels distant. Today was so warm and bright that I went out for a bike ride in just a cycling jersey, feeling the soft breeze on my face and catching that unexpected smell of damp soil warming under the sun — something you rarely sense at this time of year.
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A winter sunrise over my favourite roadside tree — always different, no matter how many times I visit
There’s a small stretch of countryside I ride through often — open fields, a wide horizon, and a quiet group of trees guarding a little roadside shrine. I never plan to stop here, but somehow I always do.
I’ve photographed this tree in fog, in summer heat, in autumn wind, and in deep winter stillness. I even spent a whole year capturing it across the seasons — the story became my four-seasons study of this very place. And still, every time I return, it surprises me.
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Early snow and a quiet November sunrise — the first sign that winter arrived ahead of time
This year, winter didn’t bother knocking.
It simply walked in — quietly, unexpectedly — on a cold November morning.
The first snow arrived much earlier than anyone around here was ready for. While last year I waited until the end of December to see even a dusting of white, this November greeted me with a thin, crisp layer of snow softening the entire landscape. The air felt different, too — sharper, stiller — as if the world was holding its breath before the true start of winter. Even the sound seemed muted, wrapped in that familiar snowy hush, with only the faint crunch of my boots breaking the silence.
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A small countryside church rising above fields and forested hills — a quiet landmark blending seamlessly into the rural landscape
Nestled among rolling hills, a small countryside church rises gently above the rooftops and treetops. It stands as a bastion of tradition within a vibrant, living landscape. From this vantage point, the view unfolds across golden fields and meadows before giving way to dark forest ridges that fade softly into the horizon. It’s one of those rare rural places where architecture doesn’t dominate nature but instead seems to grow from it, blending seamlessly into its surroundings.
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Two horses side by side in the summer sun, framed by a rustic fence and stacked logs — a quiet moment of strength and stillness
Some scenes have a quiet strength that doesn’t need embellishment. On a warm summer afternoon, two dark horses stood together by a fence, their coats catching the light in just the right way. Behind them, stacked wooden logs and a stretch of green pasture formed a rustic backdrop that felt authentic to the countryside setting. It was a simple composition, but one that captured the natural calm and presence of the animals.
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There are moments in photography when everything aligns — light, subject, and atmosphere. Late one autumn afternoon, I found myself in a quiet field as the sun began its descent. The warm glow of the golden hour bathed the grass and trees in amber light, while a black horse moved gracefully across the pasture.
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July lingers — yet already, the Polish countryside hums with signs of the coming harvest. In this golden-hour landscape, hay bales scatter across the fields, long shadows stretch toward the treeline, and the sun dips low, casting a soft, amber light that feels more like late August than midsummer.
Continue reading 🐚 A Hint of Autumn in July: Hay Bales, Golden Light, and the Promise of Harvest
There’s something timeless about a blooming wheat field at sunset — golden stalks swaying in the breeze, cornflowers scattered like blue confetti, and the gentle hush of a summer evening settling in.
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One of Poland’s countless roadside shrines — hidden in the woods, wrapped in flowers, and rooted in centuries-old tradition
Scattered across the Polish countryside — at crossroads, deep in forests, or standing quietly beside rural paths — you’ll find them: roadside shrines, known in Polish as kapliczki. These small sanctuaries take many shapes, from wooden boxes nailed to ancient trees to hand-built brick chapels and flower-draped niches carved into stone. What they share is more than appearance — they embody centuries of faith, memory, and connection to the land.
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There’s something meditative about solo cycling — especially in the early morning, when the world hasn’t fully woken up. The steady rhythm of the pedals, cool air on your skin, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your tires — it all blends into a quiet kind of presence. It was on one of these bike rides, camera slung over my shoulder, that I saw it: a flash of golden-yellow leaves clinging to spindly branches, glowing softly in the backlight of a spring sky.
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Shutter and Saddle 