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It was the 20th of August, 2021. I did not know what I wanted to write. Thus, I decided to write about my method of writing. 

It is time to announce that I plan to become a walking advertisement of my creative activity.

I read poetry very rarely. However, every time I read Wislawa Szymborska’s poem, “Conversation with a stone,” I feel touched. Why? 

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Throughout my whole life, the most frequent answer I was giving to others was, and still is, “I don’t know.”

I have already written that I do believe in youth. One of Pearl Jam’s music videos reminded me about this.

I have no doubt that we all are toxic waste.

In one of my previous posts (entitled “An endless task.”), I mentioned that chronology is the most crucial thing regarding publishing my photos on the www.adammazek.com website.

Arranging photos into sets is, in my case, a virtually endless task. Why?

In today’s post, I won’t describe my case of leaving home in 2004 when I moved from Brok to Warsaw to study.

If you read my texts carefully, my Dear Friend, sometimes you could notice that I deny myself.

How is it possible that I am writing the subsequent post for 36 days in a row?

My photographic passion gives me a sense of unlimited possibilities.

My best journey was, is, and will be the odyssey called “Life.”

In today’s post, I will write something about my faith. 

Today I will write about one of the most tremendous things regarding drinking water.

In the post entitled „Neverending photo story,” I already wrote that my adventure with photography will last forever. Still, in today’s post, I want to write about another different neverending ...

Whenever I think about my creative passion, I see myself exploring new worlds in a Photographic Odyssey.

When I am alone, I make myself feel better by looking deep into my own eyes in the mirror.

The mundane districts of Warsaw seem to be much more interesting to photograph for me than a postcard, glittering places.

From the very beginning of my life, I feel with all my being that it is worth being a good person and that goodness, broadly understood, had, has, and will ...

Why did I still not give up blogging? How is it possible that the more I publish, the more excited I feel?

Sometimes I wonder if modifications regarding mixing my photographs and texts are allowed. 

I often doubt whether photos I presented in a work named “Ostensible Abstraction” can actually be considered an abstraction. Was I right?

I am going to enter the annals of the early history of the Internet.

Are we on the road to nowhere?

It’s a big world out there. Undoubtedly, we have barely begun the journey called life. Every day I wake up, I wonder what the nearest and furthest future holds both ...

I moved out of my parental home from tiny and charming hometown named Brok to the newly-bought flat in enormous Warsaw in 2004 when I was nineteen years old.

I started writing posts for the www.adammazek.com website in May 2017. Since that time, I know that I have gained efficiency in writing.

I am not a keen enthusiast of the Internet, but it does not mean that it has not got poetry in itself.

I believe that the www.adammazek.com website will last many years after my death.

Last time I noticed that there are many photo albums about various themes. Still, there are almost no photo albums about street lamps as a leading theme.

Many great artists had traumatic experiences and later transformed these encounters into their works of art.

Undoubtedly, I believe in myself.

It was not the first time I listened to Genesis’ song, named „Invisible Touch.” 

Every time I go for a walk and take pictures, I feel that the state of euphoria is pumping through my veins.

Ideas for individual posts often come to mind because I visualize imaginary dialogues with actual people.

Last time I realized that I could compare my artistic activity to the opened tome.