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| Specimen #3. Santa Barbara, CA. July 2008. |
| 2008-07-23 03:12:00 |
Tangled seaweed, deserted algan body, left in the sun to dry out and die. This plant had no luck. I was, on the other hand, lucky enough to be walking by just to take a picture of it. Lying on the sand as it is, it reminds me of a meal, like a sophisticated pasta or an exotic salad....
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| Santa Barbara Mission, Santa Barbara, CA. July 2008. |
| 2008-07-23 02:40:00 |
Evening walk with the white wine in a super-sized McDonald's beverage cup. Sun is setting. Colors get faint. The cup gets emptier. The mission was founded in 1786, to evangelize the local tribe of Native American Chumash people. Nowadays: place of worship, gift shop and the museum....
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| Palm Trees. Santa Barbara, CA. July 2008. |
| 2008-07-23 02:39:00 |
What is it about the palm trees? Wherever I go, they catch my attention. As if they were from another world. We don't have palm trees in Poland. A few in Europe. I've seen some. Palm trees in the desert. Palm trees by the beach. There's no place where the palm trees grow that I don't like. What it's all about?...
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| Specimen #2. Santa Barbara, CA. July 2008. |
| 2008-07-23 02:39:00 |
The ocean is full of things man wandering along the shore will never see. This is not one of those: sponge-like, orange tangle from another world, thrown out from it's natural environment....
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| Specimen #1. Santa Barbara, CA. July 2008. |
| 2008-07-23 02:25:00 |
As I wander, I find this specimen. It reminds me of a picture in a dinosaur book. One of the earliest creatures, fossilized, so similar to a bird. Seagull with no luck....
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| Gas Station. Bamako, Mali 2004. |
| 2008-04-06 14:00:00 |
Tank up your bike straight form pastis' or gin's bottle full of gasoline. From a street vendor, of course....
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| Fire in Helsinki, May the 5th, 2006. |
| 2008-01-29 06:16:00 |
May the 5th, 2006. Helsinki train station. We were on our way to the harbor in Helsinki to catch a ferry back to Tallinn when we saw smoke in the sky and anxious groups pf people moving towards it, making phone calls, looking around with eyes big with fear and confusion. We went in the same direction and had to stop near Kiasma, the modern art museum set just next to the train station. The was a heat wave and a wall of fire, basically we saw what you can see in the picture. 'Somebody blew the train up!' was my first thought.It turned out that buildings on fire were warehouses occupied (only until that day) by artists, free souls, hippies and others. The city wanted to tear these buildings down, but somebody set them on fire in an act of protest. ...
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| Sea Food. Spain's Northern Coast 2007. |
| 2008-01-27 12:34:00 |
A Coruna. We just set off for a journey. Our first stop on our way from Leon is this coastal town. We wander through the maze of narrow streets not knowing that this summer fate will lead us as far as Marrakesh. In the meanwhile, we enjoy our tapas, traditional Spanish appetizers....
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| Motherhood. Marrakesh 2007. |
| 2008-01-26 09:00:00 |
Over 40 degrees. The square is heated like a skillet. We're waliking towards Jemma el Fna, as are mothers with children....
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| Merry Carp! |
| 2007-12-26 06:42:00 |
It's been a while. I am back and this time I bring you some food photography. Hope you'll like it."Merry Carp" is what some people say instead of "Merry Christmas" in Poland. It's a lame joke, but it reffers to the fate of many hundreds of these fishes. The picture will tell you more than I could write in a few sentence, so have a look.Herein, I present to you an old Polish tradition - most people here would agree that there can be no traditional Christmas Eve feast without a carp. There are 12 dishes traditionally served on 24th of December in Poland and many of them have carp as a part of their recipe's ingredients list. Carps are being sold at the stalls, which appear seemingly out of nowhere about a week before Christmas. They are easy to spot as you drive through the city. The carps a...
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| Mud Building. Mali 2004. |
| 2007-11-06 14:04:00 |
Typical architecture in this region of Africa. Buildings made of mud need to be renovated after each rainy season. Otherwise they collapse like sand castles made to close to the sea shore....
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| Volubilis Archeological Site. Morocco 2003. |
| 2007-10-24 06:05:00 |
Volubilis, set not far from the Moroccan town of Meknes, once was a capital of the Roman province of Mauritania. Volubilis is present on the UNESCO World Heritage list. For more information visit lexicorient....
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| Pretzel's Seller. Istanbul 2004. |
| 2007-10-07 14:31:00 |
- Hey, come here! - the man waves with his hand. I think he wants me to buy one of his pretzel's, but it's not that. He's pointing at my camera. - I was an actor once. Yes, I starred in movies! Can you take a picture of me? I haven't looked into the lens for such a long time now....
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| The Bannister's Wharf. Newport, RI 2006. |
| 2007-10-01 09:49:00 |
The heart of Newport, the Bannister's Wharf is the place for lobsters bathed in melted butter; for sweet and sour cranberry muffin's; for the sunglasses that make the world look better....
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| Istanbul Harbour. Turkey 2004. |
| 2007-09-29 12:58:00 |
Anglers; baits, fishing-rods and bustling. Ships; sirens, rust and smell of grease. Muezins sit in their minarets on the other side of the bay. The singing will begin soon....
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| Mosque in Kani Kombole. Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-25 07:12:00 |
I told them that I won't pay for the fuel. The fan stirred hot air above our heads as we were arranging my trek to the Dogon Country in one of many travel agencies in Sevare.- But the distance is very far and you can't walk.- It not that far, 5 hours walking. We will walk.And so we did.We were lucky, the weather was bearable; clouded sky, no direct sunlight. Ibrahim, my guide, didn't like the walk.- It's the first and the last time that I am walking this track!He told me about his plans to buy some land and start a rice plantation.We descended the cliff and entered Kani Kombole, second village on our way, but the first one set right next to the escarpment....
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| The Dogon Village. Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-24 05:36:00 |
Raised in the shade of the cliff. Hidden among lush millet fields. You don't see it yet, but you know it's there. You can hear remote, rhythmical beating. Women are smashing their clubs, working by their wooden grinders. It's hot, but the breeze is there. Millet leaves rustle in the wind. We enter the Dogon village....
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| Summer's almost gone. |
| 2007-09-23 05:03:00 |
The last day of summer is sunny and dry. (This picture was taken on the rooftop of the Suika Hotel in Chaouen in August 2007)...
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| Mopti Harbour. Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-18 07:57:00 |
We're crossing the bay in a wooden pirogue, West African fisherman's canoe. Children swim around us in yellow, murky water. It's noon. The light is too bright, everything seems flat and desaturated. Row of metal barrels marks out the path on Niger's waterfront....
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| The Lion. Bamako, Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-16 17:04:00 |
Bob Marley, "Could You Be Loved""you aint gonna miss your water until your well runs dryno matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied" ...
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| In the village. Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-15 12:47:00 |
Little black bundles made of leather. Inside: herbs, spells written on scraps of paper. Animal parts. With braided string attached or entwined in hair. Protection amulets....
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| Dada. Sevare, Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-14 12:42:00 |
We got there with Bouba late in the night, after wild drive from Bamako in a shaky bus. I had known Bouba just for one day and wasn't sure if I can trust the people at first. This feeling eased when his friend's wife served scrambled eggs for supper. Youba was the friend's name. And Dada was his daughter. She used to give me this special look, like she didn't trust me at all. She never spoke to me. She rarely looked at me, only sometimes I would catch her curious gaze. I guess she was observing the strange, white man who visited her home....
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| Lion's tooth. Bamako Fetish Market, Mali 2004. |
| 2007-09-13 11:51:00 |
At first, I thought that "the fetish market" will be a perfect tourist spot, the place to buy wooden statues or "magical" ingredients. It turned out to be something quite different, as you can see above or in one of the previous posts. I didn't really expect anything, but I asked out of curiosity and also out of spite: "Do you have lion's tooth?".The man put dried rabbit's head aside and from a little basket he took a plastic bag full of lion's fangs: large and small, and while I was making a decision, the other man started to look through his stuff and finally he grinned at me, obviously taking me for a big lion-fan, and handed me lion's paw, with sharp claws poking out of thick fur....
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| Flying is cheating! Poll results. |
| 2007-09-12 15:39:00 |
Hello everyone! The poll where I asked you whether flying was cheating has just ended. Thank you very much for voting! Results show that majority of readers (80%) consider flying to be cheating. Remaining 20% disagree.I personally don't like to fly. It's boring for one thing, but that's not the case. When traveling slower (by car, train, bike, boat or even on foot) there's always time to adjust. There's no shock on arrival. I remember how I felt when I landed in Bamako after flight from Paris. I just couldn't stop imagining world's map with blinking red point somewhere in West Africa. I kept seeing it and thinking: how is this possible?!This time I want to ask you about proportions between text and images on this site. Do ...
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| What is your direction? Morocco 2003. |
| 2007-09-12 14:39:00 |
Where're you headed? Whatever your direction, there's always a sign to help you out. Little things, like a song you've heard a long time ago or a smell that reminds you of something. Or a road sign in Morocco, between holy town of Mulay Idriss and ancient Roman ruins of Volubilis.So where do you want to go next?...
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| Sycamore Tree. Breslau, September 2007. |
| 2007-09-10 13:57:00 |
Please, if you've got a minute, look at this picture while listening to Angelo Badalamenti's music."Sycamore Trees"Lyrics by David Lynch, music by Angelo BadalamentiI got idea manYou take me for a walkUnder the sycamore treesThe dark trees that blow babyIn the dark trees that blow And I'll see youAnd you'll see meAnd I'll see you in the branches that blowIn the breeze,I'll see you in the treesUnder the sycamore trees...
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| Sunset over Sahara. Morocco 2003. |
| 2007-09-09 15:10:00 |
It's nothing but sand, some would say. And they'd be perfectly right. But sand can be interesting. Near the village of Merzouga in western Morocco, about 50 km from Algerian border, sand is fine and orange. My feet vanish in dune's slope as I am climbing the hill. From the top I see nothing but sand. That's great....
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