6.30 is too late for that lovely golden light. There is an autumnal chill in the air, reminding me that I’d better enjoy daybreak while it still happens before 7.30.
The morning begins with a reminder of the Uprising, a monument near the bus stop marked with flowers and lamps.
I prove yet again that unplanned pleasures deliver at least as much as planned ones. I woggle my way towards the Ujadowskie Palace, now the Centre for Contemporary Art, past hammocks slung between trees; bollards given faces; attractive brickwork; a rustic area for outdoor movie screenings; what looks like an archaological site, although I can’t find any information about it; and benches with provocative sayings.
I walk down the escarpment via a steep staircase that insists I tread very carefully, into Agrykola parkland. I look back to the castle, grandeur before grime. My goal is the stanchion art in the underpass which I’ve noted a couple of times from the bus to the lake. The area is a car park, surrounded by a rusty fence and bordered with stagnant puddles, home to cigarettes butts, empty tins and bottles, discarded food wrappings. It’s been raining and I navigate my sandalled way through mud and broken glass.
The paintings are varied – a lot, of little interest to me, are football-related. The ones that catch my eye are mostly incomprehensible if I’m looking for meaning. However if I just want to savour image, composition and colour there’s plenty to please, and even to amuse. Occasionally I do my own meaning-making, well aware that I’m probably light years away from what the artist was thinking.
I pick my way back into Agrykola and stroll between the lake with its fountain and a vast sports complex. There’s a narrow track under overhanging trees where a woman no longer young, but probably not as old as me, jogs up and down, disappearing under the arch of trees, turning and reappearing. A bright pink bench with a non-functioning press-to-make-this-play button is no good for sitting on either: it’s still splashed with yesterday’s rain. There are glimpses of roofed nesting rafts where adolescent ducklings or moorhens stand amidst an untidy jumble of straw.
My morning ends at a bus stop, and yet another reminder of the Uprising, a banner attached to the pedestrian overpass above the highway. It says “Honour and glory to the heroes.”
My last walk through Agrykola was on a rainy day in September 2013.
That chill wind evoked at the start of your post carried me through this walk with a hint of unease that made me feel more watchful somehow, more aware of being an outsider. Those bench sayings rock one from comfortably held assumptions too. Mm. An unsettling outing, but intriguing.
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Transecting the city offers so much to intrigue and startle. But unsettle?? That intrigues me too.
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Unplanned pleasures delivering as much as planned ones strikes a chord with me, Meg! Today I did a ‘let’s go on a whim’, so a last minute plan (wonder if that counts) to a lavender farm I had heard about, and it was most enjoyable
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I was peering at the street art with no way to make them bigger. 😦 😦 Not that I’m complaining, Meg…. 🙂 But I could get very argumentative with those benches 🙂
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😀😀
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I just realised, I can increase the overall size of the page. Sometimes I do it accidentally. I shall try that 🙂
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Tap my dear! At last I’ve mastered a collage in WordPress which turns into a slideshow thingy. Should have said this after a long time with fixed collages. Wednesday hugs.
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No idea why I didn’t realise! Doo-lally-tap, as my Mam would have said. 🙂 🙂
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You didn’t realise because you’re used to my static collages.
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Doo-lally-tap! Haven’t heard that in ages!!
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Aha! So the lavender was only yesterday.
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Yup! And I was so entranced with taking photographs of a bit of Provence in Surrey, a gentle slope with rows and rows of lavender that I walked without the dratted stick, only noticed it when I turned back down the slope. But it was OK!
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Interesting about the dratted stick. But I bet it wasn’t 35°!
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It was only about 22! But my balance isn’t great whatever the temperature
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What larks!
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i found the street art rather disturbing and the car park itself not a place I would want to visit alone and early in the morning. You are much braver than me. As Tish commented, a somewhat unsettling post.
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There was not the slightest frisson of unease to overcome. It was just another walk in the park: I’ve never felt unsafe in Warsaw. I’m thinking about “unsettling”, wondering what I missed of atmosphere and detail. I was mystified by some, and turned off by others, but mostly I was taken with composition and colour and scale, and the transformation of grey concrete.
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It’s not my kind of thing either but no less amazing for that. Hooray for WP galleries! None so blind as those who cannot see! Have you a favourite?
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The carnival ducks. The figures clambering on each other and the way they fold around onto the ceiling. The pencil-legged man. The girl against a city background with the paint dribbles. Oh, and the dying culture one!
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Your ‘paint dribbles’ is my scary one. Isn’t the mind a funny thing? Well, mine is 🙂 🙂
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You can’t claim sole possession of a funny mind!!!
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Too right! Mine is, defo!!
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Well that street art is certainly different, not sure I like it much but hey, we can’t like everything. Would I go there on my own? yes probably in daylight 🙂
Now those benches are another matter, I love them, it’s a bit early to have my thoughts provoked though!
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Early? Me and Meg have been raring to go for ages! 🙂 🙂 Don’t mind me- I’m hyper because I’m going to Skipton in the Dales on Friday. Haven’t been for years!
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I’ve been up since just after 5.30 but won’t be fully lucid until I’ve had another coffee. Looks like there’s some canal boats for you at Skipton, are you going for the day or staying?
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Staying Friday night- spur of the moment. 🙂 It’s our wedding anniversary and I traded Skipton for the bouquet of flowers I usually get 🙂 Not a bad deal 🙂
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Definitely, and I’ll do a sun dance for you 🙂 ❤
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Aha. Your anniversary! Congratulations to you both.
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As I said to Jude, it didn’t even occur to me to be even cautious. I agree: “like” is probably not the word. I feel helpless without language here. I really want to know the provenance of these benches – about six of them, and very substantial. Time to visit the contemporary art inside too.
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I love your discoveries during the walk. Both benches and street are were thought-provoking. And you know how I love street art in particular, even if I don’t always understand it! These were some really good ones!
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Do you know Alexandra Horowitz’s “On looking: eleven walks with expert eyes”? She’s my current bible!
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I hadn’t seen her book before, but I just looked it up and definitely have to read it soon! Isn’t it interesting how when we walk and really try to appreciate what we are seeing without distraction, we notice so many small things that delight us?
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Her book raises the horror of all the things we fail to see despite close scrutiny!
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At that time of the day the only walk I’m doing is from the bed to the kitchen at that time to put the coffee on. *smile I notice all the graffiti during my first visit to Warsaw, didn’t see that much in June. Very interesting and some is fantastic. That image of the step down under … gives me an unpleasant feeling – but it don’t have
Look what I found out about the castle … maybe it’s time as hospital has something to do with it.
Since 1809, the castle was a military hospital. 1920. Ujazdowski Hospital had several pavilions, which housed the departments: internal, neuropsychiatric, tuberculosis and laryngological.
During World War II, and particularly during the Warsaw Uprising, flooded the hospital so many wounded soldiers who lacked doctors and beds. For this reason, many of them died. Body rebels were buried in the cemetery of the defenders of Warsaw, near the hospital.
In 1950, the remains of ca. 600 soldiers buried in the cemetery of the defenders of Warsaw were exhumed and transferred to the Military Cemetery in Powazki.
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You always amaze me. Thank you for information that I didn’t properly search for. I’ll visit the art gallery sometime soon, and borrow your research, with attribution.
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My pleasure to be at help … it took awhile for me to find it .. had to translate my search into Polish. *smile
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