Two early spring crocus.
My earliest memories are of planting crocus with my late mother, and then seeing them in full different-coloured bloom.
I will have 2-3 years old, in about 1968-1969 back then.
Two early spring crocus.
My earliest memories are of planting crocus with my late mother, and then seeing them in full different-coloured bloom.
I will have 2-3 years old, in about 1968-1969 back then.
The priest blessing the palms at the side altar before the Traditional Latin Mass in Warsaw today:
And a shot at the end of the long (but beautiful) TLM today:
The start of Holy Week, of course.
Some more weird and wonderful murals from my Sunday afternoon strolls round Warsaw, starting with the Big Hands one below:
Followed by a couple of dragon ones:
Below, someone has tried putting a mural on a garage door:
But it seems to have been covered with graffiti.
Still, the murals tend to brighten up grey urban environments:
And we finish with one of a wasp:
Done on some kind of electricity box, I think.
Cranes dominate the Warsaw skyline as building work goes on everywhere.
When looking up at a crane, I found it difficult to believe that somebody works in a small cabin up there in the sky:
Climbing up and down the ladder must be a feat in itself.
Quite weirdly, the crane almost blended in with the trees.
And some of the concrete buildings do have interesting shapes:
The one above almost reminds me of a castle.
And recently, I came across this wonderful Cat Vegetable Van:
It made me immediately think that both Tolkien and T.S. Eliot were mad on cats.
But a cat selling vegetables would be incredible.
Yeah, this vegetable van lit up the environment.
Something interesting that I saw inside a Vietnamese restaurant:
As I thought, it turned out to be a Buddhist altar with flower and fruit offerings.
Being the shortest month, February came and went in a flash.
Like January, it seemed to be bathed in darkness, sun deficit syndrome.
In Warsaw city centre, I saw some patriots demonstrating against the strange centre-left government that took office late last year:
Towards the end of February, I saw Pink Turns Blue, a German Gothic band that date back to around the mid-1980s:
Mic Jogwer has a perfect voice for Gothic music, the concert was really good, Can't Be Love, the first encore, being my favourite tune of the night.
The bar area at the Hydrozagadka:
The Hydrozagadka is a great small place for gigs, with bands performing from all over the world, without the plasticity of corporate control.