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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A few days ago, I went for a walk not far from my house — carrying my heavy camera and lens in search of interesting subjects. For almost two hours, there wasn’t much to photograph — perhaps the strong wind kept the wildlife hidden. Then, very close to the edge of some plowed fields, I had a close encounter with a pheasant.
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It started as nothing more than a short ride along the water, the kind where you don’t expect much beyond some fresh air and a little quiet. The river moved slowly, the light stayed soft, and I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Only later did it settle into something I’d think of simply as cranes over the river.
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I stopped by the lake in the evening to see how things are starting to change. This time I noticed a Great Crested Grebe on the lake moving slowly across the water.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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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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.
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