"Do not enter - monument"

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Powązki cemetary in Warsaw

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my life in Warsaw: Ania

I was criticised very heavily for this one, but who would give a damn about technical issues, once they made someone happy? The model liked it - that's what counts!

So... enjoy the blue eyes of Ania "made in Photoshop" ;-)

my life in Warsaw: Vistula at dawn

I must really love photography.

Why?

Cause I got up at 4.20 this SATURDAY morning, crammed my bike into the Warsaw underground, got off at Metro Ratusz and rode something like a kilometer ON PEBBLES to meet two complete STRANGERS I talked to on the internet.

We got on one of the bridges across Vistula, the river intersecting Warsaw.

And we've done some serious photography there... It was damn cold but I did not regret for a second. And here's the result!

The rest is available HERE.

Sorry for Polish gibberish ;-)

An empty room

Time for sentimental Gosia. I will probably never figure out what kind of building this was. No information board, no address, no people around, just two huge, round towers looming over some no-one's land in one of the more derelict regions of Warsaw - Wola. We had to climb over a rusty fence to get there. It happened only once. When I came back, after a month, there was a guard and a dog watching. This was in... April 2002.

You might notice that one of the buildings had a leaking roof so there was a perfect ice skating surface on the bottom of it.

Warsaw

There's not much to say on the subject of Warsaw, except that I hate it with all my heart. I can't stand its busy streets, the stench of urine, vomit, homeless people and cheap hamburgers in the underground of the Central Station. The Palace of Culture - a sad, grey block of stone, the tomb of communist ideals. Noisy streets, dirty trains, ill pigeons, ill people, always busy, always important.

But through the lens of my camera, perspective changes...