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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.

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

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.

Capturing those pink streaks in the sky is effortless now that I have been living with this remarkable western view for sixteen years.

Take a visual journey through the beaches and towns of Western Crete and imagine how cool that turquoise sea feels on a scorching August day.

A glimpse of white linen and periwinkle silk on an al fresco summer date inspires me to wonder why I am moved so deeply by this sight.

My celebration of this unusual year includes a dozen self-portraits I took today and some thoughts about the way 2020 was my time for change.

To write what I want, about what I choose—this is independence. To photograph my city my way. To live on my own terms. Yes, in Warsaw.

Two years ago, a giant army-adjacent neon hijacked my favorite skyline. In this post I show and tell just how that has turned out.

April elicits heavy memories while ushering in lighter days. (It turns out that three years into bereavement one is whole again.)

As pandemic polemics drown out all other noise, everything becomes part of that chorus. Here are a few of my quiet observations.

When an introduction to city coincides with new professional challenges, the photos are rushed but the sense of discovery is doubled.

How do nearly 500 people fit into one pottery studio in Copenhagen? By doing what Danes do best: sharing with others and observing the rules.

For this text-free post I’ve selected a dozen photos to tell the fragmented story of a whole season’s worth of simple pleasures.