Summing up a trip that transformed both a mom and a son is a task for mixed media, metaphor, and leaving some things unexplained.
One of the ways I remember my father is through poems he loved and ones I wish we could have read together. Here is a handful.
Zenlike and modern but more bizarre than I expected, Japan left an impression that is as surprising today as it was ten years ago.
A revisit can deepen one’s regard for a place and still let down expectations of better weather. The same can be said for photos.
Fifteen snapshots capture a place I’ve come to know well over the years, though my vantage point was new this time around.
On the evening of the summer solstice in 2018 the Warsaw sky revealed extremes befitting the occasion. Here’s what I observed.
The brisk air, the fading light, rust-hued leaves rustling and decaying—I come back to all this with revelry every year.
Photos and thoughts summing up my impression of Portugal: a place less “southern” than expected and bracingly unostentatious.
Longer than anything I’ve written since college, this essay is about a summer cabin and a daughter’s memories of her father.
A selection of captions inspired by a photograph of the view from our kitchen windows on a snow-topped Warsaw day.
On the fifteenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, a sunset scene in Warsaw, Poland, is a symbolic comment on the tragedy.
For all my luck and hard work (1/100, handheld!) to get this kind of detail, I still suspect a special moon cycle was at play.
This southern view captures more than an instance of weather: it is a document of the senses reveling in the crisp, clean air.
The ubiquitous Polish intercom keypad features numbers with distinct tones that enable playback of simple melodies.
An instant of photojournalistic realness at a time when I though I was leaving that genre for a less narrative style.
Photos of the remarkable Warsaw sky—part of a nascent series devoted to a view I’ve been admiring for more than ten years.
Four lucky shots combine to tell the story of one sunset over Warsaw—and raise questions about the sun’s trip across the sky.
The highlights of chopper flights as seen from our balcony reveal a lot about who is flying what over Warsaw these days.
A lucky shot of an airliner on its approach to Warsaw’s Okęcie is flawed enough to actually come across as authentic.
Capturing helicopters as they’re flying by is the newest activity to unite this duo of mother and three-year-old son.
A welcome to my blog and an analysis of one mesmerizing sign that caught my attention at Copenhagen’s Arken Museum in 2009.
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