Real

flowers. Up to you.

Unreal

flowers.

Making

of.

Dirty

pig. Correct state of it.

Tunnel

of light.

Drops

of abstract.

Don't

stop me now.

At least

that's what they say. Cats are more lucky.

Sky

and it's normal colour at the 11am in winter. Concrete block house
from early eighties. Oh, I'd love to live here. Depression? What
depression?

Happy birthday

25 years. The one on the picture is from 1986 and mostly works, only
the display doesn't. Got a full working Classic from 1990, too.

28 days later

Well, not really 28, but one month later - map of most recent visitors.

Whatever

this means.

Slowly

time goes by.

Sign

of the glorious past.

Wheel

of an ancient monster.

Scary

object in the mirror. No fear, this time.

Taste

was amazing. Especially, when combined with great company and good wine. And big, white dog.

Ultimate

kitchen. And that's just one part of it.

Fancy

a bite?

Balance

of colours.

Brown

and green go together well, for some reason.

Babushka

babushka, babushka maja.

Go

go go!

Mind

the gap.

Launch

pad for the ducks.

One

of neighbour's many dirtly little secrets.

Roswell

beware.

Bit

of the old town, on my wall outside the city.

Abstract

shape of light.

Same

old story. Who cares, anymore?

Time

is money.

Most expensive apartments in the capital of Poland are growing despite the -12 Celsius outside the window. Apartments from 32 to nearly 200 sq meter, prices from $670.000 to over $2 million. For that you'll get filtered air, filtered water, fresh bread every morning, cleaning service, huge traffic around, no public transport like tube within 1 mile, Hilton's windows 5 meters away from your window and no place to park for your guests. Oh, and 10 year membership at the local gym. And still you can consider it as a bargain - since local currency slipped to the dollar 50% since last June - you'd look at prices from $1 million to $3 million a flat.

Global crisis.

Nonsense

of the semi-free market. Two words of explanation: in Poland, all mail packages, including the smallest envelopes, that weights less than 50g is reserved for
the national mail operator. Other private companies, like InPost, that want to sell thier services on this segment of the market have found the solution - they glue the
metal plate to the envelope that makes the whole thing heavier than
50g. And they are sill cheaper than national operator. Some sort of
miracle, isn't it?

Another

christmas tree has died.

Online

shopping has the future.

Cage

full of monsters.

Bottom

ring of the Hell, marketing department, operations room.

Request

to those above.

Wings

of fortune.

Office

life restrictions.

What

a morning.

You lose!

lamp went on. Again.

Universe

you're not alone. There's always someone you can talk to.

Reality

wasn't that cruel.

Concept

for the summer's holiday.

Back to the 50's.

Nuclear threat at the doctor's office.

Cold

is so beaufitul.

Silence

of the sound.

Sleep

till the spring.

Shelf

discovery. Historic series of wines. Pope JPII was there, too.

Hunger

was satisfied.