Below: my aim today is to return to the wetlands between Sułkowice and Ławki to see them in their icy glory. I had been there just three weeks ago, but was curious to see them in today's conditions. I was not disappointed.
Below: the waterlogged land has frozen, but I must tread lightly and avoid open water even if at first sight the ice looks solid – it isn't. Still needs a further two or three nights at -8°C or below to even attempt walking on the ponds between the tufts of grass and reed. But flowing water takes much longer to freeze over.
Below: beavers have dammed this stretch of the river, though water is pouring around the side.
Left: flying pigeons in Sułkowice. I could see the flock wheeling around above the house; they'd suddenly flash white against the blue sky as the sun caught the undersides of their wings. Sadly, they were coming in to land; each loop they circled was at a lower altitude. Had I passed a little earlier, I'd have caught them against the moon (97% full).
Below: the moon between latticework of the wireless relay tower that stands on the DK50 in Nowe Grobice.
Below: the sun setting between the loco and carriages of the Radomianka limited-stop service to Radom as it approaches Chynów.
Below: the sun descends behind a medium-tension electricity pylon, on the other side of the railway line, between Chynów and Sułkowice stations.
This time last year:
Misty day in Dobieszyn
This time two years ago:
On-spectrum asks
This time three years ago:
Ego, Consciousness and the Ladder of Authority
This time four years ago:
Trains and snowy days
"I wake up at five and queue for bread and soup"
Getting over this year's flu
This time seven years ago:
War and the absence of war
This time nine years ago:
Sensitivity to spiritual evolution
This time ten years ago:
75th anniversary of Stalin's deportations of Poles
This time 11 years ago:
Peak Car (in western Europe at least)
This time 12 years ago:
Pavement for Karczunkowska NOW!
[To this day, the road is worthy of a provincial Russian village]
This time 14 years ago:
Until the Vistula freezes over
This time 14 years ago:
Of sunshine, birdsong and wet socks
This time 15 years ago:
Confusion on the rails
This time 16 years ago:
Road to Kraków
This time 17 years ago:
Happy birthday, Dziadzio Tadeusz
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