The Photographic World of Tom Wasilewski

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Category: Macrospaces (page 1 of 3)

everyday

I write a photographic journal every day. My thoughts are thrown at You between the beach and the crowded Union Street. I love you for every step I take with You and for each day. For putting my wings together with Yours in our small bedroom. For the scent of scrambled eggs and Your little steps on the wooden floor in the morning.
I love you because You are.
I love You and We are.
Forever.

duo

Just a small experiment. Tessar 4.5 / 50 RB N-Fassung is normally the lens used in the enlarger.
The 16 leaf lens mounted on the Fuji X-Pro 2 can sometimes pretend to be a macro lens.

Low tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die,—
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant’s empty house all day,—
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

 

Goodbye Sunday

ᴊᴇsɪᴇń ᴋʀᴏᴄᴢąᴄᴀ ᴊᴀᴋ ᴄʜʏᴛʀʏ ᴡɪᴇʟᴍᴏżᴀ
ᴏɢᴀʀɴɪᴀᴊąᴄᴀ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴏ́ᴊ ᴍɢʟɪsᴛʏᴍ ᴘłᴀsᴢᴄᴢᴇᴍ
ɪ śᴘɪᴇᴡᴀᴊąᴄᴀ ʟɪśᴄɪᴏᴍ ᴋᴏłʏsᴀɴᴋę

Jᴀʀᴏsłᴀᴡ Iᴡᴀsᴢᴋɪᴇᴡɪᴄᴢ

Fall in Us

wuthering heights…

Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Kate Bush

 

 

 

letnich traw monotonny sonet

 

three steps above ground

 

holocene

The Holocene /ˈhɒlɵsn/

no lights…

Intimate and nostalgic exploration of spring…

 

Ni II

between autumn and spring..