The 6 years I’ve spent living in Ireland and Holland, waking up to sunlight was a great thing. It was an optimistic promise of a wonderful day, possibly with a photo trip to a yet unexplored place (if it was on a weekend) or at least a promise of pleasant weather and lovely views on the way to and from work. In Holland, it would’ve meant getting my bike and riding in the sun while looking at the cute gardens and houses of Westland and an occasional bird playing in the water canals. Or it would’ve meant a trip to the sea-side, finished with a drink while lounging in a comfy chair belonging to one of the many on-the-beach restaurants.
But now I’m in Warsaw, and sunlight is not optimistic anymore. It doesn’t seem to hold any promise, or at least it doesn’t promise anything good. What it does promise is another day of unbearable heat, of being trapped in a concrete jungle, of having problems to breath, of a stuffy apartment in which every movement makes you sweat. And there is no promise of any trip in there, nothing new and exciting, nothing pretty. Under these circumstances, I think I’m entitled to bit of gloom..
So for today, I’ve chosen some pics I’ve taken of birds while living in the Hague – an option for a sunny afternoon was always to take my camera with the long lens on the bike and go hunting birds in the nearby parks. A hobby for sunny days which I loved, and which I unfortunately had to give up while I moved to Poland. So if you live in a place where a sunny day is a good day – appreciate it!