Miri

baby, black and white, black and white portrait, Brooklyn, color portrait, color portret, family, family photography, family portait, kids, kids photography, newborn, portrait, portret

Chaos, craziness, tears, laughs, and lots of love. That’s what I call life with newborn. And this little girl gets extra points for giving us so many laughs!

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Little Teo

black and white, family, kids, personal

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Here is our Little Teo.

What can I say?

We’re totally in love.

Królu mój, ty śpij, ty śpij, a ja, Królu mój, nie będę dzisiaj spał. Kiedyś tam będziesz miał dorosłą duszę, Kiedyś tam, kiedyś tam … Ale dziś jesteś mały jak okruszek, Który Los rzucił nam. Skarbie mój, ty śpij, ty śpij, a ja, Skarbie mój, do snu ci będę grał. Kiedyś tam będziesz spodnie miał na szelkach, Kiedyś tam, kiedyś tam … Ale dziś jesteś mały jak muszelka, Którą Los rzucił nam. [-murmurando-] Kiedyś tam będziesz miał dorosłą duszę, Kiedyś tam, kiedyś tam … Ale dziś jesteś mały jak okruszek, Który Los rzucił nam.

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“Some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen.” – Michael Jordan
I am still in the category.. wish to happen.. I feel like I don’t do enough, I don’t try hard enough.
I am giving up so easily, I doubt all the time. Something happens in my life and I stop, one bad word and I am two stops behind.
I got better, I think I can say now I am not bad, but I am not good yet. There is so much to learn, to do, to gain and I am standing here in the middle of the New York City and I can’t move. I feel like I am stuck. I am in this stagnation. I need some inspirations, ideas, mentors.
And holidays are coming, in days like these I see how much I am effected by absence of my family. I miss them, and being apart from them really makes me sad.. Which influence my life here.. I can’t really enjoy it. But in Poland i could never do what I am doing here. Crazy Paradox.
Am I really so complicated or I just made that up and life is pretty easy, I just make it look harder than it is?