A cormorant glides above the Warta River on a quiet evening, photographed from the less-visited bank near Sieradz, Poland.
I didn’t set out with cormorant photography in mind when I headed for an evening walk along the Warta River. Most of my walks follow the same familiar paths, but this time I crossed to the opposite bank, where fewer people venture. The difference was immediate. The riverside felt quieter, wilder, and full of possibilities.
Young coot chicks gather around an adult bird in the shallow waters of Arturówek Park.
Coot chicks are not the birds most people notice when visiting Arturówek Park near Łódź. Most visitors come for the beach, playgrounds, rope courses, cafés, or simply to enjoy a sunny day by the water. My family and I came for the same reason, but as often happens, I also brought my camera.
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.
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.
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.
A foggy winter evening by a small lake near my home — thin ice at the edges, quiet water, and reeds holding through the cold as the last light fades
There’s a lake near my home — close enough for an unplanned visit, yet distant enough to feel like a small escape. I come here often, especially in the evening, when the light begins to soften and the day slows down. Sunset has a way of doing that — turning a familiar lakeside view into something briefly new.
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.
A first look at Polish Las Vegas — a private property near Sieradz glowing with thousands of winter lights
Looking for unusual winter attractions in Poland? Near the town of Sieradz, one seasonal stop breaks the quiet rhythm of Central Poland with an explosion of light.
Red rowan berries among golden leaves — a simple autumn detail brought to life with warm tones and gentle contrast in Photoshop
There’s a certain kind of light that only autumn brings — warm, honey-gold, and fleeting. It turns ordinary leaves into glowing mosaics of red, orange, and yellow. But capturing that feeling in a photo doesn’t always come straight from the camera.
A quiet forest path glowing with golden and red hues during Poland’s autumn
As part of my “From the Road: Stories & Photos” series, I often look for those fleeting moments when nature seems to pause — when color, light, and stillness align just right. This time, I found it on a quiet forest path during Poland’s golden autumn, where every shade from deep red to glowing yellow created a perfect seasonal harmony.