Winter — with snow and a hard frost — lasting for weeks, not days. A rare commodity in the Forest. On top of that, snow was falling during a deep freeze, and a lot of it piled up — that’s an even rarer sight. I missed conditions like that, so I enjoyed the snow the way my dog does.
A low trunk with huge burls, an irregular, sparse crown — a tree of monstrous shapes. This monster is about 400 years old, and it’s beautiful.
I’ve uploaded the last photos I took around Młynowa Street in March 2009. I don’t have any more. Each of these frames is close to me, because most of the old fabric of my hometown has been mindlessly destroyed over the last 15 years — but among them I’d single out three that matter most, and one to which life recently added a final chapter.