A friend of mine wrote on her Facebook wall that she could smell fall in the wind. I haven’t really given it much thought, since I a) have no job to get back to, b) am so busy being annoyed… See more!
This is something I’ve been thinking about for some time now. The gothic expression. Especially when it comes to photography. There is a certain aesthetic to what we today interpret as the gothic subculture. There is the music, there is… See more!
Haha, not what you think, you twisted, naughty, dirty little mind. Not at all!
I found the ruins I’ve been on and about for the last few days. FINALLY!!! After a long, busy day, I brought Ella and we went… See more!
I am a non-believer. I pretty much always have been, although there has been strong influences towards becoming a believer if nothing else. My mother was married to a priest within Swedish church for a number of years, and even… See more!
Yeah, so when one has the twisted sleeping habits that I do, it becomes very odd to go for a photo adventure late afternoon. That’s what happened today, though. I couldn’t sleep, and after a while I needed to take… See more!
I have very much on my mind at the moment, so I find that it’s hard to gather the energy to go on my photographic adventures with my dog. Today, we managed to sneak out before the energy vanished, and… See more!
This is the first time I went back to Kopparlunden since the adventerous event with the bird. I am having a lot on my plate right now, so I’ve been reluctant to go just about anywhere, but when I… See more!
I didn’t intend to show these photographs here on the blog, but I did share them on Facebook yesterday. A friend of mine commented that he very much wanted his own camera because I take so good photographs. This is… See more!
So, I couldn’t really leave behind the idea of the gothic eye and how I feel that I failed this the other day. I’ve been meaning to visit another cemetary to see if the gothic-ness of the place itself may… See more!
When I was in my younger twenties, I really wanted and needed to belong somewhere. As a teenager, I hung out with the punks in town – but I never really belonged, because I was no punk rocker. I was… See more!
