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In this low-stakes post I’m sharing a few high-key photos that show Warsaw’s crown jewel from my favorite new vantage point.

Twenty photos taken with my favorite portrait prime during another Sunday CI jam by Pracownia Ruchu Sytuacje at the studio in Twarda.

Twenty photos taken with my favorite portrait prime during the season’s first CI jam by Pracownia Ruchu Sytuacje at the studio in Twarda.

My other title ideas were A.Z. from A to Z, The Z Files, and Unabridged Archive of One Painter’s Work Since 2017.

Skagen in mid-August is a sleepy brisk paradise where two seas meet. It’s the perfect place for taking photos, collecting rocks, and starting over.

This year’s Burdąg Studio retreat with Nina Martin and Andrew Wass had just the right ingredients for an all-systems reset. Come see.

The new jam in Warsaw happens on Saturdays at Terminal Kultury Gocław. This post owes its life to a photo I happened to take after one such jam.

I had a feeling that raising a teen might be less of a struggle than people were saying. And guess what? It’s even better than I imagined.

Photos from the fundraiser jam at the studio in Twarda, which was held on 2025 03 30 and facilitated by the one and only Andrzej Woźniak.

Photos from the focus jam at the studio in Twarda, which was held on 2025 03 29 and facilitated by the one and only Iza Maksymowicz.

Highlights from the third edition of the Warsaw-based CI mini-festival, which I have had the honor of co-hosting and photodocumenting.

A favorite photo from last year was an effort of attention rewarded by a flash of luck. May it inspire how I say yes to life in twenty-twenty-five.

My thank-you to twenty-twenty-four is a gallery of photos featuring some of those who trusted me to take their picture this year.

Photos from the event celebrating the independent choreographic writing publication that is about to drop as an actual nationally funded magazine.

The Palace of Culture is the ultimate Warsaw landmark and I think I’ve finally managed to capture its controversial essence in a photograph.

Here’s an exhibit of my favorite archival photos that showcase the lawns, leaves, and verdant paint jobs I don’t seem to shoot all that often.

Documenting human connection itself requires willingness to engage in authentic connection. Same goes for vulnerability. What a ride.

Do the photos I took at Andrzej’s recent Underscore manage to convey the way an Underscore is no ordinary contact improv jam at all?

Here’s a quick study in contrasts with very little commentary because sometimes the pictures do the work of all the words.

In this one, the Fujifilm X-T5 body and the Fujinon 56mm f/1.2 lens attend the Warsaw Winter Jam CI festival—and I am their tour guide.

Here’s my entry for a recent photo contest I didn’t win. It consists of twelve archival photos, along with some all-new writing they inspired.

Reflecting on all I did in addition to studying Klein Technique with Hanna Hegenscheidt leaves me feeling lucky and connected. Seventeen photos tell an adjacent story.

Over the course of a year, Andrzej Woźniak schooled me in Body-Mind Centering, Contact Improvisation, and playing well with others.

Glimpses of this year’s edition of Wrocław’s famous movement festival, which brings together dancers and bodyworkers from all over Poland.

I only take pictures when the circumstances invite me to tell my version of the story. Thanks, Filip Wencki, for making it feel like home.

I’ve posted pictures of the sky before, but I’ve never posted any of the ones I took in March of 2023. Here they are, all eight of them.

Photos from a CST contact improvisation class and jam held at MIK. They’re among my first attempts to tell this kind of story.

I got so carried away organizing my music on Spotify that I wound up deploying my photos and writing there, too. Come see!

This one is about Ukrainian children in need, New York Empire Baseball, and the extraordinary foundation that brought them together.

The war next door has me thinking about the symbolism of those energetic and hopeful Ukrainian colors. May they be a sign.