Photography is Reality Inflicted

"She's my friend, until the bitter end..."

Spiral out. (Or in, depending on direction.)

If you're accused of "lacking focus", embrace it. (Mentally preparing for winter.)

It is essentially a question of trust.

Flippety floppety.

One shouldn't assume, but I can't help thinking the architect chose the Blue Pill.

Glasser.

"All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war." Walter Benjamin.

Imagine.

I've just spent two weeks with my parent, I travelled up to help them paint the house, and I also squeezed in midsummer with the family and even a birthday party for a close friend. I jumped on the 7pm back to Skåne where I live. As is defined by the laws of the universe, the train was delayed and I just managed to catch the last connection home and stepped into my apartment at 1pm, ready for a shower and the bed. Lo and behold. I was greeted with a... pungent... aroma. Sometime over the last 15 days my fridge and freezer decided to call it the quits. So ÷ throwing away rotting meat, emptying out everything and throwing it away. Happy now.

We had a birthday celebration for a dear friend who turned 50 years old last night. I was asked to bring my camera to take a few photos of the day and evening, but I shot this fairly early on and decided that I couldn't really hope to do any better. Him and his daughter, holding hands. Simple is good.

The Mad hatter/Beyond the Looking Glass.

"The Mexican filter".

One shouldn’t poo-poo ones own work, but you have to agree that the premise in this photo is utterly reediculus.

It is fascinating how the water gently warps and twists.

Ripples of time.

For me, the ever rippling, ever changing reflections in a body of water becomes a metaphor for our multitude of worlds. In a sense we live in a multiverse. It is a comforting thing.