My maternal grandparents moved to Ursus in the 50s for work, while my paternal grandparents were born there. And even though we’re a scant 45 minutes by bus from the centre of Warsaw, it still feels like a small town. But it’s growing… everywhere I look, the old is being torn down and replaced with the new.
So this is my little corner of Ursus as it is, as I remember it. It’s always been home.
And a trip home wouldn’t be complete without a visit to the Church my Dziadek Rysiek helped to build, and where my parents were married. I know from photos that it was still a shell of a building at their wedding, and that when I was three, the interiors were completed. I don’t remember this, but the nuns always giggle that when I saw my Dziadek hoisting up Jesus on the cross, I had asked one of them if he had killed Jesus.
Phew. After a solid week of site problems I hope I’m finally back up and running, however, I am now in the middle of a forced re-design of the site. I do want to thank the folks at Graphpaper Press for their excellent support, they’ve been super helpful in getting this mess sorted out!
*my apologies if you’re viewing this in a blog reader of any sort. please click on over to the site to see the photos in their non-distorted glory.



Sylvia, beautiful photos. I will be back again and again.
I read your comment on Tracey Clark’s blog and so related to what you said about photography as meditation – and about doing the best writing while driving only to have it evaporate on arrival. So true!
Thank you for your kind words, Siobhan. Getting out with camera in hand is one of the greatest ways to focus and unwind. I’m long overdue for some quality time with my Nikon and myself!
This could be Lodz! I love how alike all the pre-fab neighbourhoods look in Poland.