Today, while taking photos on Warsaw’s streets, I rediscovered for myself the power of street photography.
I wrote this text on the 20th of March, 2025. I made almost 11k steps, having 30 kg (66 lbs.) of additional weight on my back and shoulders. While rucking, I forgot about total laziness. I recalled what the tremendous effort was. In Warsaw, it was warm (12 degrees Celsius [53 degrees Fahrenheit]), almost a spring day. I took over two hundred photos in the Srodmiescie and Mokotów districts. While walking and observing the same things for the umpteenth time, I felt like a child in a playroom. Each view amazed me. Also, I felt my senses, with vision at the forefront, were refreshed and sharpened after our lazy stay in Zakopane that happened a few days earlier (one day earlier, we returned from the capital of the Polish mountains).
The power of street photography is the creative force that keeps me going, no matter what is going on on a micro and macro scale (for example, I do not want to write about politics and how Trump wants to make a deal with the fucking Putin without Ukrainians).
I have been doing street photography for nine and a half years (I started regularly doing it in October 2015). The truth is that I am constantly amazed at how the mundane reality never bores me. I always find something interesting to photograph, whether in the capital of Poland, Zakopane, the Latvian city of Riga, the Estonian city of Parnu, or my hometown, Brok (Mazovia). How happy I am that tomorrow I will be doing street photography again. During the next few days, I will meet my beloved Parents in Brok. I plan to slow down among the Mazovian forests. I will finish this writing for now because I must sleep. Good night, my Dear Friend, wherever you are.
