starwars

She spent some time studying religion at the Jagiellonian.

I too have spent some time studying religion.

Elsewhere.


It shows.

photoreception

On my way to Camerimage I met a Canadian-born actor.
There was little light because of the time and steamed windows but we had a lot of conversation, a bit of drawing, some of my camera and much of his iphone.

There was much rejoicing.

forever is composed of nows

and to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else

going places

guided by light from nuclear fusion

Light Move Festival 2013

the light's not always right

glorious bastard

I read this passage recently.
Does man think, then, because he has found that thinking pays?—Because he thinks it advantageous to think? (Does he bring his children up because he has found it pays?) 
What would show why he thinks?
And yet one can say that thinking has been found to pay. That there are fewer boiler explosions than formerly, now that we no longer go by feeling in deciding the thickness of the walls, but make such-and-such calculations instead. Or since each calculation done by one engineer got checked by a second one.
So we do sometimes think because it has been found to pay.

It's from a book I was given for my birthday by that guy. That book meant a lot to me as does a lot of other things but it's not an epitaph, so I'm not going to jabber about all that. Maybe let's just not get mawkish in public, shall we? This one time? Right.

I just wanted to say thank you for all the thinking we've had together (very epitath stylah!)
aaaand...
CONGRATULATIONS on getting a job at the uni you lazy often-bearded animal food trough wiper!
You have lived off my taxes but only so long!

Logicise their heads off and math their brains out! I know you can. I know you will.
May my state give you grants aplenty and may you never have to do any actual work (since you're getting good at it and it would be a waste of talent)!

Seriously,
Mazel tov, Mikey!
PhD (among other things)

looking forward

once owned, now free

watcha still looking for?

do you miss your past glory?

or your friends?

or being taken care of maybe?

everything that ends, ends
somewhere

somehow

facing the inevitable

having asssumed a truly anthropological position Olga is dreaming of the brave new world awaiting out there but she needs to watch out

although she's finally got a driving licence her soon-to-come MA in psychology will not make dreaming any easier

of things made whole again

And I think to myself that some cities are big enough to contain a lot of extremities.

Thank you Berlin for the way you made me tired.

wypłynąłem na suchego przestwór oceanu

Jumping at this rare opportunity to see something in the making
we decided to hijack our expectations and soared high.
Basking in the sun we wondered for a while.

Just to go down into the shadow of doubt

cos you know what they say about dreams
(all those  soap bubbles similes and all)

So we decided to postpone rejoicing and went for a beer to the old city centre,
our feet firmly stepping on the newly laid stone slabs.

purr purr scratch scratch

Miało być kreatywnie a wyszło jak zwykle.
Miał ją pochować między sowietami a ona miała mu zębami nos odgryźć od twarzy.

Miało być z jajem a nie było.

Sztywno jakoś.

Bo właściwie w ogóle nic się nie działo.

Nic.

Tylko takie tam dobre rzeczy.

so far not that close

my dad and I

my first attempt at it

cross-legged

dreaming little dream

those benches in the city are bloody dangerous

eternal recurrence

I was just brushing up on my psychology, listening about Freud and all, when it struck me.
I am angry with god for the fact that he doesn't exist. My magic-seeking Id lies in darkness, curled up, weeping while the rest of me's having the time of its life. The rest knows it'll pass.
The animal within likes sex too much. And other taboos. Ungodly things.
But still.
Oh, Sigmund...where would we be hadn't it been for your wisdom?

PS Where would an old, manual Nikon 50mm/1.8 E series hit in this picture if it had an AF?

A famous Polish city with a very famous shipyard with a probably even more famous patron

I want you to know that I don't blame you, blending algorithm. 

I, too, would be overhelmed. 

For all those who don't know: Stocznia Gdańska was the place where a bunch of guys went on a strike and, consequently, overthrew communism. More or less.

The sun is shining. Somewhere.

Who'd have thought that springs can be so disappointing? 

Weather-wise n'all.

pH=2

promises unkept

Back then I virtually saw myself riding a bike again and almost heard the joyful chirps of birds basking in the sun. Today I spent fifteen minutes shovelling snow off my car. But screw you spring. I can have fun at home.
Much of it. Yes. I don't mind snow. Not at all. See? I'm fine.

spring 4shadowed