Polish winter

Walking the streets in the outskirts of Krakow on a biting day, I happened across this lonely piece. Hardly a soul stirred near it for the winter’s chill, but there it stood none the less, resolute in it’s existence.

I should point out that it is not in actuality a real grand piano, but rather a sculpture. Still, given the solemnity of the scene you could almost imagine the music anyway.





On the way back into the center of Krakow, I saw this person’s battle against the elements unfold in a concrete urban setting. How fortunate I was to be in the relative warmth of the tram.




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