This was probably my most beautiful session meeting Veronica, a captivating girl, extremely talented, resulted in the images you see below. I’m going to make a separate post about this session, but for the time being, in this beautiful time of the summer fullness of July, when the summer is getting over and gently heading towards the end, I have the honour of presenting another award from the photo editors of Milan.
As I mentioned with the Lilies, girlhood and portraits (nudes) of women are my biggest inspirations and a way to express my emotions and thoughts. But not only – I am inspired by every area of art and photography. A photographer in cities such as Krakow or Warsaw has a lot of photographically attractive objects at his disposal. But isn’t it the case that it is the undiscovered places that are the best way to exercise the eye, the heart, the composition and the language of visual communication?
The editors of Vogue Italia this time decided to highlight my photo of Silesian landscape and architecture. Of course, they are not some kind of determinant of either what should or should not be allowed in art, they simply highlight photos that conform to a certain aesthetic line of the editors, but every time such a distinction is something nice. On my account in Vogue where I insert photos that do not include people, these works appeared:
The distanceLittle great homeland (Silesian architecture)
Traditionally, I would like to thank the editors of Vogue for the award and you for seeing my works and hosting me on the site 🙂 I invite you to sessions in different cities – as a photographer – Cracow, Kielce, Warsaw, Katowice 🙂
It's a sunny pleasant anchorage is Kingdom Come Where the crew is always layin' aft with double-tots o' rum 'N' there's dancin' and there's fiddlin' of ev'ry kind o' sort It's a fine place for sailormen is that there port. 'N' I wish -- I wish as I was there.
The winds is never nothin' more than jest light airs 'N' no one gets belayin' pinned, 'n' no-one never swears Yer free to loaf an' laze around, yer pipe atween yer lips Lollin' on the fo'c's'le, sonny, lookin' at the ships. 'N' I wish -- I wish as I was there.
For ridin' in the anchorage the ships of all the world Have got one anchor down 'n' all sails furled; All the sunken hookers 'n' the crews as took 'n' died They lays there merry, sonny, swingin' with the tide. 'N' I wish -- I wish as I was there.
Drowned old wooden hookers green wi' drippin' wrack Ships as never fetched to port, as never came back Swingin' to the blushin' tide, dippin' to the swell, 'N' the crews all singin', sonny, beatin' on the bell. 'N' I wish -- I wish as I was there.
