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Decem­ber. Or maybe Sep­tem­ber again? Lonely but­ter­fly did some­thing wrong with its wing on the other side od the globe. Because of that we had autum untill end of Decem­ber. Kra­ków again. Good food and inspi­ring meeting with Wacek Wan­tuch orga­ni­zed by Iza. Fly­ing bikers in Arena Cen­tre in Łódź. Having petrol in my blood and quite nice pho­tos. Gathe­ring info about stu­dio equ­ip­ment & lear­ning how to deal with color. My moni­tor gets nice DIY hood. Spen­ding a week with my kids and cele­bra­ting seventh year of my Capri­corn. Last Aula. Last din­ner. Last day of 2011. Chri­st­mas time with family pas­sed some­how unno­ti­ced. War­saw & Yo again. New Years Eve at crow­ded Castle Squ­are. Bye, bye two-​ou-​one-​one. I won’t miss you much ’cause there’s young and fresh two-​ou-​one-​two knoc­king on my door.. Thank you for being part of my life.

Novem­ber. Life slows down. If one never went thro­ugh Novem­ber here in Poland, one doesn’t have blo­ody idea what I am tal­king about. Free fal­ling with thin­king about pro­tec­tion. Will the para­chute open? Have I had taken para­chute with me before I had to leave the plane? This year Novem­ber came under­co­ver. Pre­ten­ding Sep­tem­ber. No one has belie­ved. Even bikes were sad that their time was over. Time to fight! Euro­pean ver­sion of hap­pi­ness pre­scrip­tion. Caprese instead of Pro­zac and che­ese­cake with cho­co­late instead of Via­gra. Feeling like house­wife with all those duties. Android starts to piss me off. Is this autumn or shitty tech­no­logy? Next small step in mini-​studio direc­tion means measu­ring my living room. Pro­duct means con­stant question. Would I like to rece­ive some­thing like this? Fol­lo­wing Hal­lo­ween Aula bar­camp was mainly about dead man. Famous but dead any­way. Having fun with bride & groom. Kuba is cha­sing Ania. Hope­fully for the rest of his life. He pro­mi­sed. Reading best polish prose. Michał doesn’t seem to know how to make caprese. Never­the­less he knows per­fec­tly what is Novem­ber like. No doubts. Gol­den fish and one day. I have three wishes: one day with more light, one day with more light and one day with more light. That all folks.

If you were part of my life thank you for let­ting me survive.

Octo­ber was hot. Sum­mer was sorry for so many tears and was try­ing to say sorry. Lovely bike trip to Kon­stan­cin. Lear­ning how to cook bitki. More equ­ip­ment to my home stu­dio and fasio­na­ble disk for daily bac­kup. Play­ing guitar when possi­ble makes me easy-​going. Darek Jan­kow­ski was damn right. Ana­sta­zja went home so I did a wed­ding with Grze­gorz as second. Out of sud­den with one small signa­ture I became a god father of this mar­riage. Love those events. The only con­stant thing is change. Freeman’s „Pho­to­gra­phers mind”. Slowly intro­du­cing spe­edli­ghts in my photo mind. Next wed­ding. Friends. Again lot of posi­tive people. I almost got kil­led by truck going back at 4am in total mist. Weather spo­ils. Cross from Biesz­czady for my mum. This pro­ject lasted one year. One has to be stub­born. Joy of cre­ation again. Marti Stu­dio takes place in my mind. Wor­kin on quality of photo pro­ducts & reading a lot about it. The last day of Octo­ber was warm and ple­asant. Thank you for being part of my life.

Sep­tem­ber. Sur­pri­sin­gly bet­ter then all sum­mer. Scho­ols starts their lofty mis­sion. This year one of my pre­cious is the head of the school. Lap­top dec­la­red gene­ral strike. Mis­sing my two whe­els. Warp4 go into the phase of review habit. Photo ses­sion with pho­to­gra­pher as a model. Why not? Stro­bist day. I make good use of a bor­ro­wed lamp, ken­nel and three kids. Bar­ce­lona. Kind of day­dream. No sleep. Stun­ning views from the top of sur­ro­un­ding hills. My favo­urite food. My favo­urite com­pany. Two whe­els eve­ry­where. Pukka hedo­nist. If only north-​spain women knew what heels were inwen­ted for. Bru­xel­les then appe­ared as a sle­epy city. War­saw then appe­ared as … Come back was tough. Fla­menco by Saura was tougher. My pre­cious gets her ankle twi­sted. Time to fare­well sum­mer. Dance floor is the right place to do it. Isn’t it?

August. Began with flood. Those lit­tle rain­drops came in bil­lions for­ming wave that con­stan­tly inva­ded my castle. That was epic bat­tle. Twenty four hour per day. After five days inten­sity of attack lowe­red but then moisture force and mold squad appe­ared. Per­ma­nent siege. In this con­text short Biesz­czady break was like a resur­rec­tion. Poło­nina Wetliń­ska conqu­ered. Guitar dome­sti­ca­ted. Nice people met. Photos taken. Inc­lu­ding quick and spon­ta­ne­ous ses­sion with Lady Domi­ni­que in San­do­mierz. My Guar­dian Angel gets fian­cée. Epson. Finally in-​house hi-​quality prints possi­ble. Ano­ther cri­sis needs my atten­tion. Memory card with pho­tos crashes. Lilly pas­sed away. One Lilly come ano­ther one go. Losing streak con­ti­nues in form of acci­dent while riding my Vespa on rainy day. I’m badly cut up. So is my Vespa. Pre-​wedding meeting ends with some disco­ve­ries regar­ding emo­tions. Visit in a friends sta­bles brings beau­ti­ful pic­tu­res. August was bit­ter sweet.

July was whim­si­cal. Cold and rainy. November’s twin. Except quan­tity of light. Only Vespa calendar’s girl remin­ded me it was beaching time. Tried to move to a new place but fresh memo­ries of last year remo­val kept me in place. First life­style ses­sion went smo­oth. Just be your­self with me. Lilla’s chri­ste­ning. The church was full of people and came­ras. Nowa­days eve­ry­body is pho­to­gra­pher. Aga­inst all odds my first Vespa Adven­ture hap­pe­ned. All of rain gives a break and I spent few lovely days on Kru­ty­nia river with friends. Rowing & admi­ring. Pain in sho­ul­der tried to change the plan. Pain was dismis­sed. Kamień. Ulti­mate desti­na­tion. Life came full circle after 20 years. The door was shut. Won­der­ful and full of posi­tive energy meeting with Mariusz in War­saw. My friends moved to a wooden house near War­saw. Bunch of flo­wers. My old habit being first time in a new house. Appro­aching fin­nish July star­ted to cry really strong. „Rain drops kept fal­lin” on my head …”. If only knew how many tro­ubles they would give trans­for­ming them­self into the flood.

PS.
Since I’m four mon­ths late with Sho­ots of Life I’ll publish one every week in November

June comes with sum­mer. Vege­ta­bles start to taste pro­perly. Girls start to attract with airy clo­thes. My favo­urite zodiac people can­cers cele­brate birth. School ends and vaca­tion starts. Two-​wheeling almost eve­ry­day. Last bar­camps. Wed­ding season at its peak. Making pro­gress with guitar. Meeting new fasci­na­ting people. Disco­ve­ring new pla­ces to have a cof­fee in my city.
Thank You, and you June.

Time goes ahead with con­stant speed while I try to catch it in pic­tu­res and keep forever.

May. End of spring with the sum­mer aro­und the cor­ner. Star­tup events. Stu­dio works. Busi­ness & mar­ke­ting course. Still lots of people aro­und. Thank you for being part of my life.

Che­ers

Ano­ther month pas­sed. Spring in a mid­dle of its age. The best age.
Lots of people aro­und. If you were part of my life thank you for making it bet­ter or worse.
Because unac­cep­ta­ble thing is indif­fe­rence. Isn’t it?

Che­ers