Showing posts with label sublime aesthetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sublime aesthetic. Show all posts

Friday, 7 November 2025

Bright autumnal moods

Since Wednesday morning, the weather has been begging for my constant presence outdoors. In response, I have been breaking up my walks to get some paces in early, then some more around lunchtime, and then again around sunset. Below: golden leaves on silver birches against a perfectly blue sky, on the farm track between Jakubowizna and Grobice


Below: around the corner from my działka, returning from a morning walk, the sun still low in the sky.


Below: early afternoon, the level crossing between Chynów and Węszelówka. A local Koleje Mazowieckie train on its way to Radom, and in the distance, the PKP InterCity Lubomirski TLK service from Szczecin to Zakopane heading down the 'up' line, about to overtake the local train.


The sunset walk: this is the currently vacant Sala Venus, the restaurant behind the former BP (now Transoil) petrol station. Once a thriving venue for wedding receptions, the premises await a new operator.


Below: the Droga Krajowa nr. 50 (DK50), Warsaw's de facto southern ring-road. Will this become a motorway within the next eight to ten years? Keep following this blog.


Below: frozen with a 1/500th second exposure (rather than a long exposure like here), the Koleje Mazowieckie Radomianka limited-stop double-decker service approaches Chynów station at the end of my lane.


The combination of a full/almost full moon and a clear sky prompted short nocturnal strolls to the end of the asphalt and beyond a bit further into the orchards.


"Don't the moon look lonesome, shinin' through the trees" – moonrise from my działka.


My weather app suggests that the spell of four days of blue sky and relatively warm weather is an approaching an end; a foggy start tomorrow. Nearly two weeks of early-to-bed, early-to-rise, plus lots of sunshine, and the Hammer of Darkness is nowhere to be felt.


This time last year:
Memories, memes and dreams

This time two years ago:
Fully automatic – intuitive intelligence

This time four years ago:
A deeply spiritual experience

This time five years ago:

This time eight years ago:
Gliwice's new station

This time ten years ago:
Reanimated – my father's car 

This time 11 years ago:
Defending Poland against hybrid warfare 

This time 12 years ago:
Another office move

This time 14 years ago:
PiS splits again – Solidarna Polska formed 

This time 15 years ago:
Tesco vs. Auchan
[Since then Tesco has left Poland and I'm still boycotting Auchan – let its owners choke on their fucking roubles.]

This time 18 years ago:
My father's house

Tuesday, 21 October 2025

Making the most of the Light

On days like yesterday and today, one should get as much time in the sun as possible. Below: straight after breakfast today, I set off for a quick half-hour stroll to commune with the sun. Direct flow of photons into the brain, and my mind is working optimally. In joy.

Below: late this morning, looking at the back of my house. 


The kittens are all outside enjoying the day. Below: Czestuś on a stump of the cherry tree 


Left: the five kittens out and about, on patrol, together, with mum Wenusia and myself watching on, on the lane at the bottom of my drive. In the foreground, Céleste, behind her to the left, sniffing the ground, Arcturus; the black-nosed and black-chinned Scrapper peeking out of the crack in the tree; the ginger Czestuś holding onto the trunk vertically, and at the top, Pacyfik.

Below: Chynów station at around 16:40, yesterday, with the Olsztyn to Kraków Żeromski InterCity express passing through, while a Warsaw-bound Koleje Mazowieckie service has a scheduled wait on the side platform to allow the express through on the 'up' line, overtaking a Radom-bound all-stations service (which was slightly delayed). Today the Radom train was minute ahead of the Żeromski – just as it should be.

Below: electricity poles and mobile telephony relay tower, red, gold and green foliage, blue sky and traffic on the DK50.

Below: ulica Miodowa, Chynów, the rays of the sun as it approaches the horizon glance over the top of the rip corn and light up the trees 

Below: today's sunset, an advancing bank of wispy clouds catching the colours. On the horizon, between the trees, the water toward in Drwalew.

The afterglow the followed yesterday's sunset. Below: crushed velvet dusk at the end of my lane, where Jakubowizna meets Chynów before the railway line. The Sublime Aesthetic in one photo.


This time four years ago:
Wrocław klimaty


This time eight years ago:
Swans growing up

This time ten years ago:
On the eve of Poland's change of government

This time 11 years ago:
Bilingualism benefits the brain

This time 15 years ago:
Crushed velvet dusk in my City of Dreams II

This time 16 years ago:
Going North, the quick way

This time 17 years ago:
Glorious autumn dusk

This time 18 years ago:
Last man voting?

Sunday, 28 September 2025

Last evenings in shirt-sleeves?

The heatwaves have passed, the nights are getting cold. Yet when the sun shines, it's very pleasant outside – but this is about to change. Temperatures will struggle to get into double digits over the next few days. Golden autumn may well yet return – one can hope! In the meanwhile, I made the most of the reasonable warmth over the weekend, warm enough to venture out in the evening without a jacket.

Below: a slow shutter-speed of a full coal train heading (unusually!) south, taken just before sunset yesterday. 


Below: looking south towards Chynów station in the distance, the sun has set. but the afterglow illuminates the western horizon for a while.


Left: twilit horizon with electricity pole. This is one of my favourite spots for catching sunsets; I hope the rail redevelopment work I wrote about yesterday won't spoil the character of the area around here (between Chynów station and the DK50 main road).

Below: ulica Owocowa, at the Chynów end of my lane. Magic hour approaches its end. This is the Sublime Aesthetic.


Below: I look around one last time before turning into my drive and home. "When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls/And the stars begin to flicker in the sky..."


Below: from today's walk; orchard awaiting the fruit pickers, under a fragmentary double rainbow.


Below: I get up closer to the trees to bring together the red apples illuminated by strong sunlight against a rainbow on brooding skies. Photo taken with polarising filter to make the rainbow stand out more.

The downdraft from the approaching rain-clouds signal that I should be heading home, sure enough, 300 metres from my działka it starts pour, and me in my shirtsleeves... 

This time last year:
Anomalous landscapes amid local forest

This time five years ago:

This time six years ago:
A change in the weather

This time seven years ago:
Zamek Topacz classic car museum

This time ten years ago:
Curry comes to Jeziorki

This time 11 years ago:
Why we should all try to use less gas

This time 12 years ago:
Polish supermarket chain advertises on London buses

This time 17 years ago:
Well-shot pheasants

Wednesday, 30 July 2025

Aesthetics of New Asphalt

There's something special about newly-laid asphalt. Aesthetically, it's blacker than it will ever be, quickly fading to grey. It brings a new quality to roads that were hitherto mere farm tracks; dusty in summer, muddy in autumn and spring. I wrote about the roadworks between Chynów and Piekut in June; less than two months later, the work's (almost*) done.

Below: the road about to enter the forest, looking east. Chynów in the foreground, Piekut beyond the treeline, Węszelówka over to the left.

Below: looking west at the level crossing; a Kraków-bound InterCity train is rushing through, next stop Warka.

New asphalt bring so many benefits to society; ones that the average car-driver, thinking only of themselves, can't imagine. Below: looking towards the end of the new stretch; the photo shows some of the beneficiaries of the new road surface. The farmer, tending his orchard, will have a smoother journey with his apples once picked. No bumps – no bruising. No bruising en route to the collection point or to the warehouse means less spoilage and waste. Further on up the road, you can see a mum and her three children out on an evening bicycle ride. I saw a total of ten cyclists on the new asphalt in the space of half an hour. This would not have been a thing on the old road – stones, dust, mud, potholes. And I must say, walking on smooth asphalt is easier than walking on an irregular surface of stones and earth. If more folk can be encouraged out for some evening exercise, it's another win for the asphalt. 


Below: the western end of the road, ulica Spokojna in Chynów, out of the forest and into the orchards. A distant tractor is driving over the previously existing asphalt that had been laid back in 2015. Now the road is complete, local people can get to the shops more comfortably, by car – or bicycle.


Meanwhile, the really big roadworks are going on to the north of Warka; ulica Gośniewicka is undergoing a much-needed remont. Its surface had been badly potholed and crumbling due to the weight of heavy goods vehicles making deliveries to the Warka brewery or taking fruit from the chilled warehouses along the road. Work started in February and is likely to finish in November. In the meantime, traffic going this way has to face three lots of contraflow lanes with traffic lights that take four minutes to change. Until this work is complete, I take an alternative route through Gośniewice and Prusy.

* Whilst the asphalt is ready, the road is technically closed, with no-entry signs at either end. Dumper trucks are still taking away spoil from the field where it has been stored, and there are no markings (white lines, road signs, etc). Locals know about this, and so have started using this route.

This time four years ago:
Samsung Galaxy phone camera vs. Nikon D3500

This time seven years ago:
Karczunkowska viaduct takes shape

This time eight years ago:
My father's return to Warsaw, 2017

This time nine years ago:
My father's first visit to Warsaw in 40 years

This time ten years ago:
What's worse – unemployment, or a badly-paid job?

This time 11 years ago:
A return to Liverpool

This time 13 years ago:
Too good to last (anyone remember OLT Express airline?)

This time 14 years ago:
Poland's Baltic coast as a holiday destination

This time 16 years ago:
The Warsaw they fought and died for?

This time 18 years ago:
Floods, rainbows and hope

Tuesday, 15 April 2025

Accident of birth – Lent 2025: Day 42

 "O, to be in that space whence flow the great revelations!" What's missing? Inspiration. Knocked out by my medication? (eight pills a day) Or is it just a need to sit down and Get On With It?

For me, a powerful argument for the existence of the conscious soul is the conundrum as to whether I'd be here had my parents never met. Well, the biological 'I' would not be here. But that itinerant soul most certainly would be. In a different body, with a different ego, but still with the same awareness. Where do you locate a soul – by what logic? Hindu and Buddhist theology would both ascribe karma to the process. Lessons needing to be learnt from past lives.

What brought the conscious 'I' to West London in 1957, as the son of Polish refugees displaced by war? What biological container housed the conscious 'I' prior to that? 

I have strong feelings that the previous life was lived in America from the 1920s into the 1950s, This is based on lifelong familiarity and preference, along with anomalous qualia-memory flashbacks (xenomnesia, or exomnesia) and dreams. Walking home up the hill from Chynów station, the sight of the two houses on the left on a cloudless day is guarantee of those flashbacks; but they flash back neither here, nor now.

Left: this was me, aged four, Christmas 1961, at the Polish Saturday school Święty Mikołaj party. In the box – a toy train, an American diesel locomotive that would spark an instant and strong flashback, so familiar and so pleasant.

What's the reason for where a consciousness reappears on its eternal journey from Zero to One? 

Here I need to dive into reincarnation as defined by the two main religions that hold it to be true. The concepts of reincarnation in Hinduism and Buddhism share some similarities, but they also have key theological differences. 

Hinduism believes in the existence of an eternal, unchanging soul, the atman, which transmigrates from one body to another. The goal is to achieve liberation from the cycle of samsara (birth, death, and rebirth), and ultimate union with Brahman, the Oneness. Karma plays a crucial role in this cycle, with actions in one life determining the conditions of the next. Good actions lead to favourable rebirths, while bad actions lead to unfavourable ones; the karmic cycle driving the process of reincarnation.

The Buddhist doctrine of anatta denies the existence of a permanent, unchanging soul; instead, Buddhism teaches that what transmigrates is a continuity of consciousness and a stream of mental impressions. Having said that, Buddhism also emphasises the importance of karma. Actions have consequences that influence future rebirths, though how karma affects future rebirth differs, due to the concept of anatta. Buddhism also views samsara as a cycle of suffering. The goal is also to achieve liberation from this cycle.   

So both Hinduism and Buddhism see rebirth as a process of dependent origination, but Buddhism sees this as a flame being passed from candle to candle, while Hinduism is more literal, seeing a soul moving from body to body. Another way of seeing the difference is to use Bernard Carr's 'Big-C', 'small-c' consciousness metaphor. Hindus would see our small-c consciousness growing over a succession of incarnations until finally it merges into Big-C Consciousness. Buddhists would see the small-c consciousness returning to the Big-C Consciousness at the end of each biological life, with new biological life being filled with a fragment of small-c consciousness from the Big-C whole.

I must say I'm on the fence on this one. On the one hand, my lifelong subjective experience does indeed suggest a soul moving from body to body, and while that sensation isn't particularly strong; it's strong enough to for me to recognise it as such. However, it is perhaps more separate from the ego; a pure expression of consciousness.

Had I been born into a Hindu or Buddhist family, I might have been more curious about those past-life flashbacks I'd noticed in childhood. I might have been less dismissive of a phenomenon that has fascinated me since the age of three or four. Christianity and scientific materialism both roundly reject the notion of an eternal consciousness passing through myriad life forms on the way to an ultimate unification with the Everything.

But I was born into a Polish, Roman Catholic family, in West London, at a time and a place when religion was becoming marginalised, and where its practice in our edition was more to do with nationhood (Matko Boska królowa korony polskiej) than with theology. The concept that my conscious soul may have lived before was not something to discuss in such a milieu. 

More to the point: some time in the second half of this century, a small boy – who knows where? (but a boy, I'm certain) will have incongruous memories of qualia pertaining to London in the second half of the 20th century and Warsaw in the first half of the 21st century. 

Lent 2024, Day 41
More Questions than Answers (Pt II)

Lent 2023, Day 41
The End of Times

Lent 2022: Day 41
A Better Future

Lent 2021: Day 41
The Holiest of Holies

Lent 2020: Day 40
God and Nation don't go together


Monday, 30 October 2023

October's benign end

With the exception of one day when the temperature just before dawn neared zero, it's been a warm October - yesterday's daytime high was 18C. On my walk, it was warm enough to cause me to stop, remove my jacket and shirt to take off the t-shirt under them before dressing again. Today has also been clement with a 17C high. Checking my electricity use on the działka, I see that not having to heat the house for nearly all of October means that I am nicely on target from getting energy costs down to zero (balanced with output from my solar panels).

So - let's get out and about and revel in the splendour of the autumn sun... Below: the sun is low in the afternoon sky, between the trees of the forest north-east of Dąbrowa Duża.

Below: the road from Machcin II towards Dąbrowa Duża and Rososz beyond.

Below: the road from Adamów Rososki to Machcin II.


Below:
mushroom time - the gatherers are out in force, but here are the toadstools that no one picks.

Canonical Prospect of Jakubowizna - the row of birches where the orchards give way to the forest.

And back at home - beautiful colours.

"Doo-doo-doo, lookin' out my back door" - the forest next door from the rear balcony.


Fingers crossed for more fine autumnal weather.

This time last year:
Disclosure day tomorrow?
[More like 26 July 2023!]

This time two years ago:
Coping with time change (go to bed an hour earlier!)

This time three years ago:
A sustainable food system for rural Poland

This time four years ago:
Sifting through a life

This time six years ago:
Throwing It All Away

This time seven years ago:
Hammer of Darkness falls on us again

This time eight years ago:
The working week with the clocks gone back

This time ten years:
Slowly on the mend after calf injury

This time 11 years ago:
Thorunium the Gothick

This time 12 years ago:
Łódź Widzew or Widź Łódzew 

This time 14 years ago:
A touch of frost in the garden

Friday, 29 September 2023

By the light of the silvery moon

Oh what joy to be alive - two consecutive nights under an (almost) full moon in an (almost) cloudless sky. The quality of light on the land was something to behold - on both nights I set off with tripod, Nikon D5600 and 16-85mm lens. I could have stayed out for hours and hours; the nights were warm and the atmosphere entirely bewitching.

Below: prelude; moonrise, Jakubowizna, looking east. The farmhouse across the track still lit by the glow of the sky shortly after sunset. These nights will be amazing. [Photo taken on Nikon D3500 and kit 18-55mm lens. Get home, eat, change camera, set off.]

Below: oak lair, dell, a loon. The path to Grabina.


Below: the Great Bear, or the Plough in the top left, 28 September


Below: same place, the next night - 29 September - more clouds.


Below: "Don't the moon look lonesome/shinin' through the trees..."


Below: the path to Machcin II.


Below: left to Jakubowizna, right for Adamów Rososki. Nuit américaine.


Below: aspens to the left, apple trees to the right.


Below: young orchard at the foot of a forested hillside.

Below: a field of tomatoes in the moonlight; on the horizon, the lights of Chynów.


Below: the canonical silver birches, just before the orchards yield unto the forest.


Exposures - 30 seconds with lens wide open at f/3.5, zoomed out to 16mm (24mm equivalent on full-frame). Five hours in total over two nights wandering around the fields and forests and orchards - and I did not encounter a soul. Nuit américaine.

This time 11 years ago:
Łódź, city of culture

Saturday, 22 July 2023

Wes Anderson's Asteroid City

A film I just had to see: about  flying saucers; set in mid-1950s America, and Wes Anderson's visually stunning aesthetic - so close to my own tastes. My experience of Asteroid City was very similar to that of watching Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel - a delightful confection, very funny - but ultimately, it could have been deeper in meaning. The Coen brothers would have done a better job. 

Nevertheless, I found myself thoroughly entertained, laughing out loud many times (good that the cinema was nearly empty). I loved the comic touches, the homages to the era, the cultural references and the  overall klimat. And a soundtrack that contains Bob Wills, Hank Williams, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Slim Whitman and other C&W acts from the early- and mid-1950s. And that train at the beginning...

The UFO conspiracy/cover-up theme is right on time - just as whistleblowers are about to be grilled by the House Oversight Committee in real life, the presidentially imposed quarantine on the Asteroid City mirrors the paranoia around the subject. The Military-Industrial Complex, supported by private  foundations, run the show. Who will own the intellectual property of alien-derived tech - free enterprise or the government?

I have a habit of watching a film's credits to the end; there were are large number of Spanish surnames involved in making the set and props (such as the railway - see below) - I naturally assumed that the film was shot in Mexico - but no - it was shot in Spain in a specially made set near the town of Chinchón, some 30 miles south-east of Madrid.

This is, I feel, a film made by a savant about savants for savants - quotable quotes aplenty, details to spot and laugh at (vending machines that served Martini cocktails and sold title deeds to tiny parcels of arid desert land), obsessively symmetrical shots. A sure-fire cult film that will be loved for many years to come by a small die-hard group of devotees, able to single out arcane references to this or that (alien symbols or cattle-ranch brands?). And indifference from the mainstream.

Below: example. Augie Steenbeck*, war photographer, in Asteroid City with his son, nicknamed 'Brainiac'. Note the camera. A Müller-Schmid Swiss Mountain Camera. Well, no. It's a prewar German Contax III or its postwar Soviet copy, the Kiev 4A. My guess is it's the latter, Contax cameras were used by American war photographers, Kievs weren't, so Wes Anderson had the front plate mocked up. Nice touch.


If you enjoy Wes Anderson's movies, you'll know what to expect; it's certainly one I'd want to see again. And then dive into a subReddit (r/AsteroidCity) with hundreds of nerds seeking Significance. You'll find more in The Big Lebowski or A Serious Man. Don't let that put you off - Asteroid City is still a highly likeable movie.

And if you like trains, have a look at this... (and then scroll down this post from 2017.)


* Steenbeck - manufacturer of flatbed film editing machines, used to edit 16 mm and 35 mm optical sound and magnetic sound film.

This time last year: 
Quarter of a century in Poland

This time four years ago:
22 years on the 22nd

This time four year:
A tale of two orchards

This time six years ago:
My 20 years in Poland

This time seven years ago:
PiS, Brexit, Trump and cognitive bias

This time ten years ago:
Portmeirion, revisited, again
[My last summer holiday - not had one since!]

This time 11 years ago:
Beach day, Llyn Peninsula

This time 12 years ago:
Down with cars in city centres!

This time 13 years ago:
8am and 26C already

Monday, 19 December 2022

No true beauty without decay

My walk into Chynów this morning was to capture the beauty of the landscape under a clear blue sky before the weather turns, and to buy a few items of food and kitchenware. Below: snowfield with hare tracks.


Below: shooter's shadow, looking up ulica Słoneczna. Soundtrack to today's walk: The Atomic Mr Basie (album recorded three weeks after I was born). 


Some mid-century U.S.A. scenery; a tanker passes Chynów along the old DK50, chrome gleaming in the sun, snow piled deep by the side of the road.


Below: Chynów's wooden church of the Holy Trinity dates back to the early 17th century, the wooden bell 'tower' (the smaller structure to the left) to 1867.


Below: I popped into the hardware store for a few items and got this snap of the cemetery wall across the street in the early afternoon sun. The old J&B Snack Bar (just to the left of here), serving my favourite burger in the whole of Grójec district, closed this summer and has now become a flower shop.


Left: the green runs. Back home, empty the rucksack, heat up some bigos kujawski for lunch (the sort of bigos made with red cabbage), get some work done, and soon - evening draws near. The shadows lengthen quickly, and the time comes for the sunset stroll.

Below: at the gate, ten minutes until the sun dips below the horizon in Chynów, seat of a third-order administrative division, according to timeanddate.com, which shows that today the evening is already one minute longer than when we had the earliest sunset a few days ago.


The sun has set at its most south-westerly (231°) point on the compass. During the summer solstice, it sets at 312°. A few minutes earlier, I was overflown by a pair of swans flying east, quite a sight.

Heading back home the second time today, having made the most of the sublime conditions. A thaw is coming from the west; by tomorrow morning the warm front will have brought freezing rain. Daytime temperatures for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday (Christmas Eve) and Sunday (Christmas Day) are forecast to be between +3C and +6C, accompanied by rain, rain, rain and more rain. Underwater by Boxing Day. Dismal. At least today had been seized. 13,000 paces.


To quote Withnail and I's Uncle Monty, there can be no true beauty without decay. Were every day as visually stunning as today, it would become monotonous. The drear prospect of slush, mud and filth made today all the more sublime.