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.
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.
Spring unfolds in layers — a glowing rapeseed field beneath the forested hills of Lower Silesia, with fresh foliage and soft afternoon light completing the scene
Some landscapes invite wandering — others feel like a breath held between seasons. This view from Lower Silesia captures that quiet pause: the tender greens of early spring climbing a forested hill, golden rapeseed in full bloom below, and soft sunlight breaking through high, streaked clouds. It’s one of those moments where you stop, take it in — and instinctively reach for your camera.
Sunset over a lake in central Poland, where clouds glow in soft violets and peaches — mirrored perfectly in still water
Some evenings, light doesn’t fade — it transforms. This sunset over a still lake in central Poland unfolded like the sky’s slow exhale. Clouds rolled across the horizon, shifting from deep violet to fiery peach, while the water below mirrored every hue with painterly calm. Along the distant treeline, wind turbines stood in silent silhouette — not imposing, but quietly observant.