At sea, meetings

At sea, from and to different directions, we meet for a while.

From inside, how are you going?

From inside, going around is always nice.

Stockholm, living at the frozen sea

Stockholm, walking along the coastline, boats and small ships are gently sleeping waiting for a warmer season. But in some of them are burning lamps: here are some people living. Eating a breakfast sandwich, regarding people strolling by.

Stockholm, good morning!

Stockholm, chilly winter morning, I take a walk to the job, normally about 45 minutes but today a little more – yes, a bit more actually. I stop every second step just to admire the wonderful pictures around my head. The sky is clear and will become blue within som thirty minutes, there is no wind and the snow sounds funny under my feet, crack, crack, crack.

The light is great. Time to remember.

Stockholm, the same but still something else

Stockholm, Norrbro (North Bridge) is closed because of refurnishing jobs. You can stand here for a while looking down at the whirls of water. Like you can look at and look through a fire. The same fire but all the time new flames. The same river but other whirls of water. It's like life and body. Then you can leave the place and choose another bridge.

Krakow, hero behind glass

Krakow, around the corner I stop staring at a Working Class Hero from 1964 who also looks like that Aryan archetype from 1940. Tall and straight-backed and with a visionary glance, he regards something and still nothing beyond me, far away. At the same time an androgynous, almost feminine line – the lips and eyebrows.

Now it's 2009 and the pale hero behind glass has been reduced to display a blue, short-sleeved shirt that no one want to buy. Shit happens.

London, was anyone there?

London, I put the camera on a a small table. The evening light is weak and I have to use long shutter time for the exposure. That makes people passing appear like transparent, dissolving beings. Like some people I met and separated from long ago and now are remembered only as fragments. The time of the camera shutter and the time you live have a similar influence on people passing.