When I’ve developed my last roll of film
I realized that last month was full of ‘family’ pictures from peaceful places
and I took them only when I really felt I’m resting.
I tried to remember all these breakfasts under the green roof and ladies’ talks in Maja’s kitchen.
I tried to remember how the little son of my friends is still… little.
With every day I am more thankful for everything what happens to me.

so much world all at once


While trying to plumb what the void’s inner sense is,
I’m bound to pass by all these poppies and pansies.
What a loss when you think how much effort was spent
perfecting this petal, this pistil, this scent
for the one-time appearance, which is all they’re allowed,
so aloofly precise and so fragilely proud.’
W. Szymborska

St. Anne’s Mountain



Everytime when I can spend few moments with my dear friends
I try to soak them up like a plant. My eyes just dilate every single gentle gesture.
These meetings are not so often anymore –
the unfortunate consequence of growing up and being responsible, I guess.
But May was quite generous for us. It gave more free sunny days
as beautiful as this one with Irenka among the yellow fields near the St. Anne’s Mountain.