Krakow

I went to Krakow for the first time at the end of February, when winter still clung stubbornly to the city. The cold was sharp, the kind that bites at your fingers even through gloves, but the charm of the place made it easy to ignore.

I wandered through the cobbled streets with my camera, capturing old buildings bathed in soft winter light, locals bundled up with purpose, and little details that made the city feel alive despite the chill — a café window glowing warm, pigeons flocking in the main square, quiet moments by the river.

Even though I was freezing most of the time, I loved every minute of it. There was something magical about photographing Krakow in this season, a kind of stillness in the air, a quiet beauty that seemed to belong only to winter.

It was the kind of trip that reminded me why I love photography so much, how it lets me slow down, notice the world around me, and take a piece of it with me.