Category: photographer
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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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Desert Point, Lombok
A story about an amazing morning ride in a Indonesian fishing boat along the Lombok coastline to get to Desert Point surf spot, and what I saw on the way. Also, how photographing affects me and what motivates me to travel to different places.
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I think I’ve figured it out
Reflections about my travels and photography during the pandemic. And if, and why, I might have PTSD and life in general. Also, photos to two photo exhibitions.
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Things I take for granted
Maybe I have a bit of coming home blues or, I don’t know but I miss living close to the sea where I can take surf photos at Tanah Lot, which is one of Balis most famous temples.
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Water, huh?!!
A short appreciation post to the most photogenic subject there is, water! And of course, big thanks to all surfers who help me make the photos more interesting.
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It was a beautiful morning
What I did this morning. Yes, went out and took some surf photos. Amazing waves. Some thoughts about how I function while taking pictures.
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Oh, I have a printshop too.
Dropping the news that I have a printshop. East Coast Memories is one of the collections on my Smugmug site.
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Yes, I enter photo contests
Yes. I submit photos to be exhibited. That’s because I want to share the moments I’ve experienced with the hope that they can transmit the joy that happened during this surf lesson in Arugam Bay in Sri Lanka.
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The one that got away
Some photography advise, some photo editing confessions and an apology. And surf photos from a lovely April morning here in Bali, Indonesia.
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“Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter”
Finally when I got here, I understood the line “Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter” from the Massive Attack song. Also, a description of how my brain works when I’m in photography-mode, and that water is just a gigantic reflecting mirror sometimes.
