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Physical activity.
Today (I wrote the “Physical activity” text on the 7th of December, 2024), I will provide some insights on physical activity.
Writing while being tired.
I wrote this text on the 5th of December, 2024, while being tired after my office work.
Self-control.
I was inspired to write the “Self-control” text thanks to one of my previous posts, named “Indifferent issues.”
Cold kills the old.
Today (I wrote this text on the 1st of December, 2024), while reading Taschen’s book about advertisements (“D&AD50 50 Years of Excellence in Design and Advertising and the People That ...
Writing down one’s thoughts and insights is a never-ending process.
The older I am, the more I see that writing down one’s thoughts and insights is a never-ending process.
To appreciate comfort, one must feel discomfort.
While engaging in a unique combination of rucking (walking with a weighted backpack) and doing street photography on the 23rd of November, 2024, I realized, not for the first time ...
Seek pleasure in discomfort.
In today’s post (I wrote it on the 21st of November, 2024), I will encourage you, my Dear Friend, to seek pleasure in discomfort.
Am I the only one?
Today (I wrote this text on the 20th of November, 2024), while doing street photography, I asked myself whether I am the only one who walks with a heavy rucksack ...
The best army will be the one with the best eyesight (inspired by Proust).
Marcel Proust’s literary masterpiece, ‘In Search of Lost Time’, served as the inspiration for my text, ‘The best army will be the one with the best eyesight’, which is a ...
They lead to nowhere.
I wrote this text on the 13th of November, 2024. It was a day when I was doing street photography in Warsaw’s district, Ursynów.
Am I sad and frustrated because I am a relatively unknown artist?
My journey as a relatively unknown artist is not a source of sadness or frustration. Instead, it is a path of contentment and fulfillment. Speaking shortly, I am not sad ...
The desire to create flows in my blood.
The older I am, the more I feel that the desire to create flows in my blood.
Cold or the weight?
I don’t know myself anymore, which is more challenging for me: the cold or the weight.
17 kg of additional weight.
This text won’t describe my body receiving an additional 17 kg of fat.
The creation of the world takes place every day.
It is cliche. Still, it is true that the creation of the world takes place every day.
Five minutes of funk.
I believe all people sometimes deserve to have their own five minutes of funk.
Pleasant walking turned into a survival school.
Thanks to rucking, pleasant walking turned into a survival school.
About wisdom.
Today (I wrote this text on the 23rd of October, 2024), I will write some thoughts about wisdom.
A big joke.
At times, I find myself pondering the seriousness with which I approach my artistic endeavors.
The 16th of October.
Recently (I wrote this text on the 19th of October, 2024), I noticed that from 2018 to 2024, I was taking pictures on the streets of Warsaw on the 16th of October.
Nikon D-90 is an extension of my arm.
The Nikon D-90, a reliable companion, has become an extension of my arm. I don’t need a new, modern camera. I’m content with my Nikon D-90.
The other side of the street.
There’s a certain magic in crossing to the other side of the street. It’s like stepping into a new world, a different reality, each time. Simply crossing the other side ...
The best medicine for chronic diseases.
Today (I wrote this text on the 11th of October, 2024), I will write about the best medicine for chronic diseases.
Shapeshifter.
As I grow older, I increasingly recognize the shapeshifter within me, a trait that I believe is not unique to me but rather a shared aspect of the human experience.
Will someone ever read all my texts from the beginning till the end?
Today (I wrote this text on the 5th of October, 2024), I was wondering if someone will ever read all my texts from the beginning till the end.
The Lost Chapters.
Today (I wrote this text on the 4th of October, 2024), I will write about the lost chapters of my life.






































