Each morning, when I walk out on my balcony, I sense the smell of burning coal. It reminds me of the small town Cieszyn in Poland where I was born and where my grandma lives. It makes me feel rooted here.
I pass Lorrie's each day on my way to work and walk through the park by the castle. It has become my morning ritual. I don't know how I always only end up taking pictures of light and leaves instead of sites and buildings. I think it must be my attraction to all things organic, rustic and romantic.
