Category Archives: fotografi
We’ve been away for a few days, mr Dog and I. We’ve been to the island. The silence has been a relief. Well, there was that ship whose music we heard, one evening, until it arrived in Latvia. Or so it seemed; I’m sure it got all the way to Sandhamn and beyond before the […]
‘Djurvänligt kött existerar inte.’
Spring arrived late, but violently. Everything at once. Almost as though winter turned instantly to summer, trying to get through all the stages of spring in a week. When I started to feel a bit peculiar, I thought it was some pollen thing — there ought to be a virtual explosion of pollen right now, […]
Vaxholms fästning Vi var uppe tidigt i morse. Bussen gick vid 8, båten från Vaxholm redan innan 9. Då vi närmade oss skärgården vällde dimman in; jag tror den kom från havet. Tjock, vit dimma just ovan marken och ovan vattnen. Det måste ha haft något att göra med vattentemperaturer i förhållande till den starka […]
I december 2011. Jag vet inte om mycket har hänt sedan dess; jag har inte gått förbi. Enligt hemsidan ska det vara färdigfixat hösten 2014. I december 2011 var bygget helt övergivet. Här är ett gammalt vykort från Lidingöbro.
Jag tror att det är på det gamla plåtskjulets plats som Oaxens krog har byggts. Fotografiet är drygt två år gammalt. [Större version. Jag gillar alla smådetaljer!]
mr Dog, sitting in the sun, pondering the deepest mystery of all mysteries, the mystery of the easter bunny. It is that season now.
The sea-level is extremely low now, and a sunken ship, which is believed to be from the 17th century, has resurfaced. It is quite amazing. It was last visible some time in the 1940s! And speaking of old, forgotten things, we also found this book on our walk. We didn’t find the easter bunny, but […]
In the sunrise, on a frosty february morning, even the dreadful suburbs, scattered along the freeway with their highrise buildings from the 1960s, acquire a certain romantic shimmer. We woke up early today. Went to catch a bus. The sun was rising. Lovely colours, lovely light (I wish I hadn’t been on the bus — […]
A feeling of dejection overtook me. We took two fairly long walks yesterday; I don’t think it helped, or I wouldn’t be sitting here now, would I. Those (the white boats) are the archipelago ferries; I wish it were spring and I could go away, to sea, to silence, to nature. Away from this. And […]
I keep walking. After some kind of recent fall-out between me and myself, I’ve kept thinking — no, not exactly thinking, to be honest, it’s more of an intuitive understanding (which might be wrong) — that if I keep walking, at least I keep myself upright, at least I keep the momentum, I don’t fall. […]
the air itself seemed to turn into ice. (it is not snowing!)
Mr Dog and I went on a walk. We saw ugly places. (Larger versions here.) As a bonus, I was reminded of Melanie talking about being snowed in, and I thought this is what the ethereal kiosk would look like when in the process of being snowed in: Though, of course, the kiosk is not […]
not terribly interesting, one must admit. But there was sun, and it is up for much longer now — imagine, it doesn’t set until 3.20 pm! (It seems late!) It is a sharp sun, and it doesn’t rise high up in the sky.
Epiphany. A pale northern day. Cold. See the subtle yellow colour there, behind the trees? It’s the sun. For the colour. There’s such a lack of colour in nature now. All is grey and brown. See the light there? It’s the sun, too!
Not mr Dog’s favourite weather today, but when you have to walk — which, being a kind of wolf, you have to — you’ve got to endure it. Somehow. Half-melted sno and ice. Lots of water everywher. Dirty, muddy… (He prefers real cold, and decent snow — so do I.) Grey and dark too. At […]
christmas day: a door in Old Town seagulls and the parliament (flickr) someone unknown, feeding birds (flickr) guard defending the royal palace against snow warriors christmas eve: i thought that looked like a man, then realized it’s probably meant to closed
Stockholm on a saturday before christmas. Hare krishna, a cult which also, oddly, have their center in Järna — but on the other side of the railway. Järna is a small village. You can imagine, I’m sure. Anyway, hare krishna, unlike anthroposophists, try in a more overt manner to attract the attention of shoppers in […]
going to the local park as a child, I was intrigued by this scruffy old graveyard. Situated in a corner of a park, on the street where I lived, it was enclosed by an iron fence adorned with stars, and all the old, mossy grave stones bore inscriptions in a weird foreign language. It’s a […]
It’s become a tradition — oh, well, perhaps not, but a few more years, and it can be! — to take a photo of hay-Jesus and post it here. Here’s this years version! (Last year. And the year before.)
(Unimportant and uninspired snapshot from this afternoon, walking down the street — see how low the sun is; it sets at 2.45 pm now, and there’s barely time to get out before it’s already dark.) I don’t have much time, and I beg forgiveness. (I’ll look closer at comments as soon as I can.) Have […]
photos from today. There’s a walkway under Centralbron (‘central bridge’). It’s a highly unappealing place, it’s ugly and unfriendly, but I found the contrast between the ice and the impression of warmth, coming from the yellowish lights and the brown paving bricks, a little bit interesting. You spot, floating in the water, some remnants of […]
yesterday was a cold day, biting cold. We walked. Paws, fingers and toes ice cold and stiff. Mr Dog would like to have a word with you about that last picture. And as I am too tired (and too dumb, he adds), why not. He pontificates: Humans. Something is not quite right in their heads, […]
sorry to be absent from comment threads again; I’ll be back tomorrow, I hope. Of course, when I tell you there’s been snow, you’ll understand why. It has been snowing all day long. Mr Dog and I took a long walk this evening, in a world of fairytale beauty. Everything was still pristine white — […]