A Strange Tree

 Down on the Citadel in Warsaw, there is a strange tree (or shell of a tree):

Sometimes, young wokes and 'New Age' types can be seen at the tree, on occasion, holding candle-lit vigils. Thus, it must hold some significance for them.

Kotek's Plastic Box

 Kotek was excited when a big plastic box arrived last week.

And of course, he had to get inside to see what it was like:

And in the end, he was more than satisfied with the box:

Clannad - Warsaw Stodoła (4-05-22)

 

Absolutely loved every minute of the Clannad set on their farewell tour, two to three hours literally flew by in a flash.

Especially love the Gaelic songs (Dúlamán, Coinleach Ghlas an Fhómhair, Theme from Harry's Game etc.) as without usually knowing what's being said, you can still feel the powerful emotion and feel kind of pushed to guess the general meaning of the tunes (I did try learning Irish Gaelic at a very basic level a few years ago, it's a truly beautiful language, of course).

And ever since seeing Clannad for the first time at Manchester Apollo in about 1987, "Teidhir Abhaile Riú"has been my favourite encore song by any band, it's just the perfect foot-stomping, concert-finishing song.

Hopefully, this won't be the last time I see this truly great band, as I plan to catch them for a final time at a summer music festival in England.

Triangular Glass Buildings

 These kind of triangular-shaped glass buildings caught my eye in Warsaw the other week:

On one hand, they weren't beautiful, but on the other hand, they were far from ugly.

An Old Arch

 An old arch at the Citadel in Warsaw.

Really get the sense that the old arch has seen a lot of history:

It just looks sad and old but still interesting.

The multi-armed tree below also caught my eye:

Getting to know the Citadel in quite some detail now, the place has been a kind of saving grace over the last 2-3 years.

Dagadana and Troye Zillia: Warsaw Progresja 27-04-22

 Saw the Dagadana and Troye Zillia Free Ukraine concert at the Progresja last Wednesday.

Truth be known, I didn't know much about either act beforehand, but really enjoyed both on the evening.

Dagadana, with their kind of blend of Folk, Jazz, and Electronica, were right up my street, and at times, even had a touch of Prog about them.

With Troye Zillia, it was also a nice, friendly-sounding, melodic, eclectic set.

Spring Daffodils

 

Was good to see these spring daffodils, they always remind me of the Wordsworth poem that my grandmother from my mother's side used to recite parts of to me as a child:

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.