My bike is my independence. It’s the freedom and the pleasure of going wherever I please; to ride like mad across the town and then sit by the quay and watch a lonely sailboat until I’m frozen to the bone by the chilling wind.
My bike has two lights, white and red. I don’t know any better way to celebrate The Independence Day than this.
Księże Małe, 2013/09/15. Random fires are one of our very few entertainments.
My grandmother’s birthday. I multi-exposed against some ancient snaps from over two years ago; didn’t realize that until I scanned the negatives. This unpredictable nature of film is unnerving and haunting at the same time – especially when you’re nearly out of film and dig out some really old rolls.
Mietków, 2013/07/28.
November 2011.
I opened my eyes this morning and thought about these photos immediately. Something bad happened to the Sun. November 2011.
Niebowo, 09/2013.
My life really consists mostly of riding my bike to groceries.
