This, I think, is quintessential Jeziorki

That golden time of day. The flat Mazovian plain, the setting sun glinting on the tracks; the sense of the sublime I've been searching for. The mile-long walk back home to the other end of ul. Trombity just after sunset was quite magical; pockets of warm, then cool air, scents of summer. Planes flying overhead, the occasional train, a swan, wheatfields, old houses, new houses. My kind of place. It's wonderful to be so happy from living here.

This time last year:
Development starts encroaching - Mysiadło boxes (field across the track now being developed)