End of the year sounds like perfect time for confessions. Let me, too, say something painfully honest. I hate winter. I hate it endlessly and I strongly believe that snowflakes look pretty only if you watch them through glass, safely seated indoors. Winter wonderlands are lands I appreciate the most in pictures, preferably the ones taken by someone else.
Yesterday I woke up extremely early to step out of my comfort zone and conquer the lands taken by the scary cold earlier this year. My parents and I drove east of Warsaw to the region of Podlasie, just a step away from the Belarusian border. This is where the West and the East cross their paths. Poland is a beautiful country but this region won all of us over years ago. My family has a summer house in one of the villages there, right by the Bug river. As a teenager I spent a lot of time in this area. This is where I studied for my exams, read my mandatory reading, This is where I would come and lock myself to get some rest after hectic times of too hard work. This is where I sat on the terrace and dreamt of travels further east. I was watching the river go by and I wanted to go places, too.
I’ve gone places long ago but still, every now and then I need to come and sit on the terrace. Go for a walk in the forest. Watch my mom’s dogs run free. Walk by the river and take photos of this one river island I’ve photographed hundred times before. Breathe and feel that everything is falling into place. Because this is where the harmony grows for girls like me to gather it and bring back to their hectic lives.
I took my camera and three pairs of socks. I was ready for a fight with snow, frost, ice and all their friends. I think I won but you are the one to judge. Here are the photos I took before the freezing cold forced me back into the house. What do you think, who is the winner?