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.
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Showing posts with label Siewna. Show all posts
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?
Monday, November 15, 2010
296/365: Mania Cemetery
October 23rd
I will be leaving this job soon, and there will be no more photos of the Mania Cemetery, which is the only thing we can see from our office windows. It was nice to see it in all the seasons.
A recap from previous posts:
I will be leaving this job soon, and there will be no more photos of the Mania Cemetery, which is the only thing we can see from our office windows. It was nice to see it in all the seasons.
A recap from previous posts:
295/365: Kuba's scooter
October 22nd
This is how IT department gets around at work. Efficient, speedy, dangerous.
This is how IT department gets around at work. Efficient, speedy, dangerous.
293/365: Stage three is empty
October 20th
There used to be a huge set in here, greenscreen, motion control, the works. Now it's all cleaned out. A sign that the production is finally ending...
There used to be a huge set in here, greenscreen, motion control, the works. Now it's all cleaned out. A sign that the production is finally ending...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
288/365: Rubbish
October 15th
I went to work early, hoping to catch the morning fog, and there was so little of it it wasn't even worth the bother. So I took a walk behind the factories...
I went to work early, hoping to catch the morning fog, and there was so little of it it wasn't even worth the bother. So I took a walk behind the factories...
Thursday, November 11, 2010
286/365: Morning mist
October 13th
With autumn both feet in the door, the mornings got misty. Even in sunlight, the cemetery looked haunted.
With autumn both feet in the door, the mornings got misty. Even in sunlight, the cemetery looked haunted.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
218/365 Magic Storm
218/365 Magic Storm, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
August 6thIt rolled up in seconds, then the sky went black and it poured, poured, poured...
216/365 Vera
216/365 Vera, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
August 4thA trashcan in the storage space at work. The factory complex we work in is called Vera.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
196/365: Seven, six, five, four, three.
196/365: Seven, six, five, four, three., originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
July 15th
The cemetery next to work, again. It was raining, but in that heat not even little old ladies cared enough to hide.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
169/365: Bees
169/365: Bees, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
June 18thThere was a hive in the tree and I guess it got broken. I normally bike right down this path, I'm glad I didn't that day. Not sure I would have managed to stop before hitting the cloud.
Friday, May 7, 2010
126/365: The factory
126/365: The factory, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
May 6thThis is where I work. No, I didn't get a job on the production line- this building used to be a textile mill, but now only a fraction of that enterprise is left. Now the space is rented out to a bunch of different companies- among them a stocking factory, a gravestone workshop, a gym, and the film studio I work at.
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