321/365: Fog factory, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 17thThe chimneys of the EC-3 Power Plant in the background (one of four in Lodz), in the foreground, a factory due to be torn down.
Two other photos from that dreary day:
Friday, November 26, 2010
321/365: Fog factory
The chimneys of the EC-3 Power Plant in the background (one of four in Lodz), in the foreground, a factory due to be torn down.
Two other photos from that dreary day:
320/365: My new bedroom
320/365: My new bedroom, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 15thUp on the mezzanine. I still need to find a chest of drawers to hold my clothes. But this is something I had wanted to do ever since I moved in here. With the ceilings being approximately 3,50 m high, and myself standing approximately 1,56 m small, well, ample room for two levels. Of course, taller people cannot enter. :P If it weren't up high, it would be a hobbit's bedroom.
319/365: I love Lodz
319/365: I love Lodz, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 15thThat's what I used to do before I had a full-time job...walk around town and take pictures! I remember now. I should do that again, since I'm not working anymore.
318/365: Evening at Kasia's
318/365: Evening at Kasia's, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 14thFlo, Kasia (with Findus), Olga, and Tytus.
317/365: Sleepy
317/365: Sleepy, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 13thMy mattress is standing upright while my room is being redone- I sleep on the couch, but Zulka perches right on top of the spring-and-foam monolith.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
315/365: The fields
315/365: The fields, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 11thA walk with Guinness, my parents' dog, in the fields behind their neighbourhood.
314/365: Self portrait with family dog
314/365: Self portrait with family dog, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 10th
Last minute photo. Guinness is feeling lonely because mum is in London...
313/365: Winogrona
313/365: Winogrona, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 9th
Winogrona means grapes, and this is a vine growing on my parents' house, all nice and golden for autumn.
312/365: Rainy day
312/365: Rainy day, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 8th
Visiting at my parents' house. It rained.
311/365: Laundry
311/365: Laundry, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 7th
And four years ago: Zielona 46.
This building was the first that caught my eye when I moved to this neighbourhood in late 2006. It used to be a laundry, the sign says, but now it's largely abandoned.
310/365: Buy five beers, get a book free.
310/365: Buy five beers, get a book free., originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 6th
No, really.
The weirdest special offer I've ever seen. And it's on one of the drunkest streets in the area (on which I've seen drunks falling asleep standing up, drunks sitting in the middle of the street while cars honk, drunks crawling (sic!) to the corner shop for another hit. I have to wonder what the books are, and whether the drunks read them, or burn them in their stoves.)
309/365: Fabryczna train station
Taking a shortcut behind the tracks to the electric plant. Łódź Fabryczna means Factory Lodz, and it is the main station for the city. Built in 1865, by allowance of the tsar Alexander II, it was to join Łódź to Koluszki and the Warsaw-Vienna railway, originally as an industrial transport route. Passengers began riding in 1866. The depot was designed by one Adolf Schimmelpfennig.
308/365:Yeah...well...you know.
308/365:Yeah...well...you know., originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 4thTHESE WRAP PARTIES NEVER END people won't you just go home already
307/365:Sleeping together
307/365:Sleeping together, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
November 3rdRadesh and Zulka. 'Nuff said.
But it's never safe...
306/365: Another goodbye party
November 2nd
This one was for...oh, pretty much everybody. The departures are staggered so every other night is drinking goodbye night. (hence this is a phone photo, as I have mentioned before that I do not take my camera when I plan to drink. Basic caution.)Exhausting.
To clarify: I work with a lot of imported folks, and now that the project we were on is ending, they are all going home.
This one was for...oh, pretty much everybody. The departures are staggered so every other night is drinking goodbye night. (hence this is a phone photo, as I have mentioned before that I do not take my camera when I plan to drink. Basic caution.)Exhausting.
To clarify: I work with a lot of imported folks, and now that the project we were on is ending, they are all going home.
Friday, November 19, 2010
305/365: All Saints' Day
November 1st
All Saints' Day. A very important holiday in Poland. Instead of Hallowe'en, we celebrate a solemn remembrance of those who passed. It is around this day that the cemeteries are full of people, and flowers, and candles. Some people will never visit a family grave save for that one day, so it is very important to make it special. People will spend hundreds of zloties on decorating and lighting the tombstones.
Also, unusually, many cemeteries stay open all night. This photo was taken late at night at the Doły Cemetery in Łódź, which dates back to 1896 and holds catholic, lutheran, orthodox , baptist, pentecostal, muslim, mariavite, military and non-denominational graves. It is one of Lodz's largest necropoliae, and oddly enough, straddles a street called Smutna- which means 'sad'.
All of the lights you see in these pictures are candles. There was at least one on every grave.
I don't have any family there- I went to Warsaw early in the morning and visited my paternal grandparents' grave. We do it every year.
All Saints' Day. A very important holiday in Poland. Instead of Hallowe'en, we celebrate a solemn remembrance of those who passed. It is around this day that the cemeteries are full of people, and flowers, and candles. Some people will never visit a family grave save for that one day, so it is very important to make it special. People will spend hundreds of zloties on decorating and lighting the tombstones.
Also, unusually, many cemeteries stay open all night. This photo was taken late at night at the Doły Cemetery in Łódź, which dates back to 1896 and holds catholic, lutheran, orthodox , baptist, pentecostal, muslim, mariavite, military and non-denominational graves. It is one of Lodz's largest necropoliae, and oddly enough, straddles a street called Smutna- which means 'sad'.
All of the lights you see in these pictures are candles. There was at least one on every grave.
I don't have any family there- I went to Warsaw early in the morning and visited my paternal grandparents' grave. We do it every year.
304/365: Fashion Week
October 31
Sponsored by ŁKS football club. ;) Ah, those fans with their spraycans...
Here's another sign of their presence, the ŁKS flag:
Sponsored by ŁKS football club. ;) Ah, those fans with their spraycans...
Here's another sign of their presence, the ŁKS flag:
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
303/365: Lay low
October 30th
The forest is dripping with gold. Yesterday, I walked through it and a doe ran past me. I didn't have my camera, of course, but it wouldn't have mattered. She was fast, limber, and vanished like a dream.
The forest is dripping with gold. Yesterday, I walked through it and a doe ran past me. I didn't have my camera, of course, but it wouldn't have mattered. She was fast, limber, and vanished like a dream.
302/365: Safety first
October 29th
This is part of a sign painted on the wall at work. The space we were in used to be a large textile factory, and in the heydays of the People's Republic, motivational slogans were a favourite form of expression for the authorities and their pencil-pushing minions. This large mural proclaims the wonders of portable fire extinguishers, and warns factory workers against carelessness, which can lead to the loss of "our common goods". Because everything was common in the Eastern Bloc of the sixties.
A few more images from work...
The sign (sin addendum) was supposed to hang in the main hallway and prohibit using spray paint in that area, but the art department decided it fit better in their workshop.
To explain, 'Bez pracy nie ma kołaczy' is a Polish proverb meaning, literally: without work, there will be no bread. Kołacz is an archaic, disused word for a loaf of bread; more precisely: a large, flat, egg-based loaf which the ancient Slavs used in their pagan rituals. The word is derived from 'koło', which means 'wheel', and refers to the round shape of the bread. Nowadays, we would only use it to describe a ceremonial loaf, such as one used at a wedding or other important feast.
And those are just fake poppies scavenged from the art department, sitting on the windowsill of the riggers' corner.
This is part of a sign painted on the wall at work. The space we were in used to be a large textile factory, and in the heydays of the People's Republic, motivational slogans were a favourite form of expression for the authorities and their pencil-pushing minions. This large mural proclaims the wonders of portable fire extinguishers, and warns factory workers against carelessness, which can lead to the loss of "our common goods". Because everything was common in the Eastern Bloc of the sixties.
A few more images from work...
The sign (sin addendum) was supposed to hang in the main hallway and prohibit using spray paint in that area, but the art department decided it fit better in their workshop.
To explain, 'Bez pracy nie ma kołaczy' is a Polish proverb meaning, literally: without work, there will be no bread. Kołacz is an archaic, disused word for a loaf of bread; more precisely: a large, flat, egg-based loaf which the ancient Slavs used in their pagan rituals. The word is derived from 'koło', which means 'wheel', and refers to the round shape of the bread. Nowadays, we would only use it to describe a ceremonial loaf, such as one used at a wedding or other important feast.
And those are just fake poppies scavenged from the art department, sitting on the windowsill of the riggers' corner.
300/365: Behind the wall
October 27th
As I walked to work this morning, the cemetery was full of ghosts.
Later that day, we took a walk on the other side of the wall.
Want to see?
As I walked to work this morning, the cemetery was full of ghosts.
Later that day, we took a walk on the other side of the wall.
Want to see?
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