Marble benches inscribed with statements line a path in front of Warsaw’s Zamek Ujazdowski. Here’s why this is one of my favorite spots.
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.
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.
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.
The Palace of Culture is the ultimate Warsaw landmark and I think I’ve finally managed to capture its controversial essence in a photograph.
Documenting human connection itself requires willingness to engage in authentic connection. Same goes for vulnerability. What a ride.
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.
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.
Glimpses of this year’s edition of Wrocław’s famous movement festival, which brings together dancers and bodyworkers from all over Poland.
I took these photos in Copenhagen’s Vestre Cemetery and I love they way they reveal grief’s private, affectionate side.
Did you know that light can be reflected again and again, many times, illuminating the shadows with the sheer force of physics?
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.
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.
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.
What makes the Aegean adventure into what it is has to do with that tranquil turquise sea made for swimming, but that is not all.
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.
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The brisk air, the fading light, rust-hued leaves rustling and decaying—I come back to all this with revelry every year.