|Polish version - wersja polska|
This year, in Tatra mountains, we don't climb high peaks, but rather stuck to the valleys enjoying the beauty of swift flowing streams and watching the sunlight playing in the trees.
|Lodowe ¬ródło (= Icy spring)
The water realy cold, even in the hot of the day.
First I take your picture, than you mine.
Looking at the water down below.
|"Pawlikowski's Window" in
the Mylna Cave.
How bright it is outside!
It's time to give our legs a rest!
|"Small is beautiful" - this words give justice to this diminutive pond.|
|How beautiful is this little brook!|
|It seems we wont't be climbing the
Karb pass -
I prefer to gorge myself on blueberries at last.
|We were here two years ago, at the very summit.|
|Beautiful is Giewont!
Beautiful are Czerwone Wierchy! (= Red Peaks)
They would be most beautiful if watched from the naerby culmination.
But TPN rerouted the trail to go around it.
|Where am I?
What am I doing?
What I am holding is not a microphone but a torch,
and I am not on a stage but in the deep recesse of "Dziura" (= The Hole) Cave.
The white spot above my head is not a butterfiy but the distant opening of the cave.
|I can take big steps too as long as going downhill.|
|How beautiful is the water flawing down this rock!|
|On Kominiarski Przyslop pass|
|Once upon a time, flocks of sheep
would graze here,
fires would burn in shepherds' chalets,
the shepherds' elder would offer a drink of sheep's whey.
Today everything is empty, quiet, one feels nostalgia for the past.
|Montains, stream, forest - and I will be doing a cross-word.|
|At this spot the Kirowa Woda stream and Siwa Woda stream unite into Czarny Dunajec.|
|The heat was so intense that we took a full dip wetting ou heads in icy water|
|I dug a ditch, the water broke through and the new island was formed.|
|The grass is still harvested for hay here, the hay stacked in stacks...|
|... the same as twenty years ago|
|Rapid water goes down...|
|What a dilightful splash!|
|The vista of the mountains|
|The same stick in different hands: old and young.|
|Farewell mountains, farewell The Clearings|
|Another few years and old homes will be the matter of the past.|