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Sagres
I’ve been traveling again. From Stockholm to Norrbotten, to Sagres in Algarve, Portugal and then back to Norrbotten again. My personal guide and reflections to what I liked to do in Sagres illustrated with my photos, and of course, surfing and cats.
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Who would have thought
Reflections about what home is, my travels, photos I’ve taken in the Indian Ocean and such.
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Seeing things from a different perspective
A reflection about how I work as a photographer and how I enjoy seeing things from a diferent perspective. How my restlessness is both good for my photography but sometimes might not be so good for myself. Illustrated with photos of surfing here in Hiriketiya and Mirissa.
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Mirissa
Mirissa in Sri Lanka. Thoughts about what makes a place feel like home when you travel by yourself. Also, a bit about food and a tiny guide to the surf spots in Mirissa. Yes, all illustrated by surf photos I took this morning.
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Look around you – pay attention
Focusing on what’s ahead and not fully paying attention to my surroundings is something I sometimes do. Like this time when I was driving though Swedish Lapland and almost missed The Laponian Gate, Lapporten.
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You only regret the photos you don’t take
About my recent trip to the north of Sweden, to Lapland. Where I photographed off-piste skiing at Riksgränsen, in Sápmi country. And about photos that didn’t get taken, like one I Goa many years ago.
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This week: mostly pink, some green
Photos I’ve taken this week, seems like so much have been pink. Tried to photograph the northern lights that appeared behind my house, took 35 photos out of them one is sort of sharpish. All in all, been a good week.
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There’s nothing like it
The light is already starting to come back, today we got 4 minutes and 35 seconds more daylight. And when the weather is like this it’s a noticeable difference. There’s nothing quite like the light up here in the winter months and one of the reasons I moved back up north. Also, there’s open spaces…
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I see no difference
I see no difference between how the mama monkey looks at her baby and how a human looks at their baby. And it’s sort of the same with how I see myself and what I do, there’s hardly any difference between living in the north of Sweden and in Sri Lanka. I basically do the…
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And I continue
I continue waking up early in the mornings, getting on my bike, being stunned by the beauty of the city and feeling fully present while I’m swimming in the waters around Stockholm. Sounds pretentious, but it’s true. And usually it’s the best part of the day.
