The last days of January brought the faintest intimations of the onset of spring; I could sniff it in the wind, I could feel it on my face and in my bones. But then along comes February, and hopes for an early spring dissolve. The weather forecast for the coming days is uniformly grim. Overcast skies, light frost at night, temperatures hovering above zero during the day; little hope of the seeing more than fleeting glimpses of the sun. Should it snow, it will be a light fall and melt quickly as daytime highs will be between 3°C and 4°C. But at least it's not raining (drizzle doesn't keep me indoors), so my 12,000 paces need doing. To the forest between Chynów and Krężel (below).
Below: in the forest between Chynów and Krężel, views of passing trains; here's a local service on its way to Warsaw (long exposure to blur the train)...
Below: looking north towards Chynów along ulica Kolejowa ('railway street') as the InterCity Sienkiewicz express from Olsztyn to Kraków charges through on the 'up' track, having just overtaken the local service (note one of the lower lights is red, to show its working the wrong way). I consider the subjective conscious experience of a passenger on board, looking out onto a generic landscape of orchards and forests flashing by, rather as I do when I'm travelling through regions of which I know not.
Below: the overtaken local service, moving more sedately as it accelerates away from Chynów station shortly before starting to brake as it approaches Krężel station.
This time last year:
In the run-up to Lent
(Early last year, not until 6 March this year.)
This time two years ago:
Born between nuclear disasters
This time four years ago:
Yo-yo winter
What happened at the Railway Hotel?
This time eight years ago:
How to annoy the passengers
This time nine years ago:
Zloty symbol - your suggestions
This time ten years ago:
The future of Warsaw's public transport
[interesting to see how much of that has come true!]
This time ten years ago:
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