
# Just Being

### He doesn’t have to do anything. I love watching him just be. The world slows down.

#diego #slowmorning #gfx50sii #fujigfx #morningmood #dogpeace #mediumformat #fujiquietmoments #fujifilmpolska

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Just Being


While hiking in the mountains, we came across a herd of black horses. They were grazing freely in the open, with no fences or tethers. They were completely wild — their presence felt natural, almost primal, as if they had always been a part of this landscape.

To our surprise, the horses showed no fear. On the contrary — they approached one of us. My friend, with remarkable ease, established a connection with them. He stood still as they came closer and closer, curious but unafraid. For a moment, there was a silent, instinctive communication between them, something beyond words.
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Where the Black Horses Roar


# This brownie is more than just dessert.

To brownie, które nie spadło z nieba, którego nie dostałem w gratisie od losu, a nawet nie wygrałem na loterii… Ktoś z odrobiną szaleństwa (doskonale wiem kto) wrzucił je do paczkomatu i pomyślał o mnie. Ot tak. Bez powodu. Ktoś, kto zamiast napisać idiotyczne: _“Jak się masz?”_, wysłał mi kawałek słodkiej wiadomości. W świecie, gdzie ludzie pamiętają o tobie głównie wtedy, gdy czegoś chcą.

W świecie, który zapierdala jedynie w dół i ciągle nabiera bezwładu beznadziei. W świecie, gdzie wszyscy mają gęby pełne słów, ale zero chęci. W świecie, gdzie dobroć to tylko marketingowe, modne hasło – ktoś wysłał ci ciasto. To jest coś, kurwa, cholernie rzadkiego. Niemożliwego.

Kiedy ostatnio zrobiłeś dla kogoś coś tak po prostu? Kiedy zapytałeś, czy czegoś potrzebuje, bez oczekiwania na wzruszoną odpowiedź? Nie mówię o jebanym lajku pod postem. Nie mówię o rzuceniu _“Trzymaj się”_, kiedy widzicie się na chwilę w przeciągu chwili. Mówię o tym, żeby faktycznie **ZOBACZYĆ** drugiego człowieka, a nie tylko odbicie własnej zajebistości w jego smutnych oczach.

To brownie to coś więcej niż deser. To dowód, że jeszcze nie wszystko w tym świecie jest do wyrzucenia. Że gdzieś, ktoś, mimo całego tego dymu, chaosu, bełkotu i gówna, pomyślał o mnie. Nie dlatego, że musiał. Nie dlatego, że chciał coś ugrać. Po prostu – pomyślał.

To jest, kurwa, piękne.

Dziękuję, A

❣️ 🧩

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This brownie is more than just dessert


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winter in motion_


Winter returned unexpectedly. Snow had been falling for two days straight, covering the world in a thick, white blanket. The tree branches, heavy with snow, bent low, almost touching the ground. I can’t remember the last time I played in the snow.

I carry many childhood memories—photographs, too. One, in particular, stays with me: my mother pulling me on a sled, smiling, happy. Winters were different then. Wilder, truer, full of magic. I am grateful that, living in the mountains, I still get to experience them.

I will build him? Yes. Why not?

Since I came here, life has taken on a different dimension. I live. I experience. I think. And when he finally stood outside, he became real, tangible. A strange feeling—he stands there, staring at my window. He has come into being. He exists. In the morning, I looked outside to see if he was still there, or if perhaps, during the night, he had wandered off.

In a few days, he will melt. Disappear. Vanish without a trace. And yet, as long as he stands, I feel his presence.

Bob. His name is Bob. Those who know Bob will understand. I miss him.

A bit of snow, a bit of time—and here he is. Soon, he will be gone. But the memory will remain.
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Snowman Bob ❤️


Everything is melting. She has arrived. Yes, it’s her. I missed warming my face in the sun. It’s amazing how this simple thing is so incredible. In the distance, I hear drops of melting snow hitting the roof. The birds have gone crazy. Diego is starting to feel the spring too. He walks around, sniffing. Everything excites him.

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18 days to spring

## "When I was little, I painted a bit, wrote a bit, photographed a bit, and talked a bit. Today, I try to meld these three arts into one and make films. Except for talking. The older I get, the less I talk."

— Bartosz Szkop



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## "The older I get, the less I know. This state of things makes me happy. I don't have to voice my opinion on many matters."

— Bartosz Szkop

Bartosz Szkop

Man doesn’t live by mountains alone. Sometimes, you just need to escape the wilderness and drop by the city. Today, it was a quick trip to Wrocław for a coffee with my good friend Patryk – a talented composer for games and films. We met in his cozy studio, where between sips of coffee, we dove into conversations about his latest projects and creative plans.

Patryk isn’t just a composer; he’s also the creator of virtual instruments available at [**sonicatoms.com**](https://sonicatoms.com/) His passion for sound and innovation is truly inspiring.

As always, time flew by too fast. We barely scratched the surface of everything we wanted to discuss, but I’m already looking forward to our next session in the recording studio, where Patryk is working on something really exciting. More details coming soon!

You can also find his music on [**Spotify**](https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Fni4pCfrEfXXfuTBwRhPI), so if you're into cinematic and game soundtracks, it’s definitely worth a listen!

![](https://res.cloudinary.com/dk9k5fd4z/image/upload/v1773307473/borucki/blog/2025-01-29%20-%20a%20quick%20coffee%20and%20musical%20inspiration/_DSF3022-Enhanced-NR.JPG.webp)Man doesn’t live by mountains alone. Sometimes, you just need to escape the wilderness and drop by the city. Today, it was a quick trip to Wrocław for a coffee with my good friend Patryk – a talented composer for games and films. We met in his cozy studio, where between sips of coffee, we dove into conversations about his latest projects and creative plans.

Patryk isn’t just a composer; he’s also the creator of virtual instruments available at [**sonicatoms.com**](https://sonicatoms.com/) His passion for sound and innovation is truly inspiring.

As always, time flew by too fast. We barely scratched the surface of everything we wanted to discuss, but I’m already looking forward to our next session in the recording studio, where Patryk is working on something really exciting. More details coming soon!

You can also find his music on [**Spotify**](https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Fni4pCfrEfXXfuTBwRhPI), so if you're into cinematic and game soundtracks, it’s definitely worth a listen!


a quick coffee and musical inspiration


Up here in the mountains, winter mornings bring a familiar sight — Horvat, the black cat, lurking in the woodshed. He hides between the stacked logs, eyes locked on the bird feeder just outside.

Horvat isn’t a local. He came from Croatia, a stray picked up by my neighbors during their summer trip. Now, he rules these snowy slopes like he’s always belonged.

There’s something about him — something ancient and mysterious. His black fur, his silent presence, and the way his green eyes glint in the dim light remind me of the old stories of Dracula. After all, wasn’t Dracula a foreigner who crossed borders, too?

Horvat doesn’t make a sound, just watches. Waiting. King of the woodshed. Hunter of the mountain birds.  
Perhaps a little _Dracul_ in his blood, too.

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A Black Cat from Croatia

# the_first snow in 2025

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