Back then I still forced myself to go out every day in Stockholm; I had a Wednesday CouchSurfing meeting planned with a few hours to kill. I can’t deny the charm of the center of Stockholm, its islands and clean sea. Even the tourists there look nicer. Everything feels more at peace, more relaxed, more friendly.
Or maybe I’m just projecting again.
Because this is not a photoblog, I’ll keep publishing all the blurry pictures, too. I guess it represents well who I am - occasionally too impatient to hold steady, occasionally too insecure to point camera at strangers and *click*, occasionally just too shaky or distracted to take the perfect shot. Because sometimes you just need to act fast and worry later.
This is coincidentally what I dislike about digital photography - you have more chances than you have normally in real life. It’s like when you’re playing a video game and you save way too many times and load and try to get it done perfectly. For commercial photography, sure, why not. I mean, I don’t hate digital photography, I just don’t like what it’s doing to me.
In this aspect, analog is about consequences. You make mistakes, they have consequences. You literally pay for them. And the chance is gone, and the moment will never repeat, and you’re encouraged to learn instead of just retrying.
When I was catching my breath as I first walked on the steep side of Frösundatoppen, a guy on a bike drove past me on a bike like the 30-40 degree slope didn’t exist. I guess that deserves a blurry memory.
the timeless by mercury @ Revision 2014
My new favourite private spot - Frösundatoppen - a place with too many highways in view, but still a small hill nevertheless. And suddenly I like the concept of hills - a place that you need to put effort to get to. And I wonder if it’s cheesy that I am only turned on by things that are hard to get.
It feels fairly weird to meet demoscene people that have been making demos for longer than I’ve had computers.
It was a nice evening, so I walked home through Hagaparken, and it took less than 1/2 hour. It’s one of those evenings when I breathe in the smell of a wet forest and I remember all those small moments, all those adventures that I did for myself, and I realize how blessed I am not only to have people I want to share these moments with, but also that I am happy enough to have those moments for myself. Life is good.
Brunnsviken, the lake between Hagaparken and Stockholms Universitet.
It’s strange how distances and sizes seem distorted on this one. The tree stump is a meter tall.
A lovely older lady smiled at me as I took the picture. I was too cool to actually stop walking while taking the picture, so you’ll never know her face.
Scattered here and there.