"Three photos from Märsta, in the winter"
We have hundreds of photos from the capital of boredom: Märsta. But there's been a change since I moved there. I start to like the place, and it feels great to come home and it's quiet around you. Just sound of birds outside the window you know you can go outside without having to meet to much people.
I'm stil amazed that this photo became so good, because the camera - and the company - was shit.
Once I entered an empty church out in the swedish countryside. I didn't have a good camera with me, and borrowed my mothers simple digital camera and took a few shots of the church. I'm happy with these photos, though they are uncomfortable for me.
I'm not happy at all with the photos I took in New York. These are the three that are intresting. The first one is nothing special, but I like the colors.
When we was there it suddenly came a snowstorm over Manhattan. Instant chaos. So I took a one photo from the streets and the next day one photo from a cold boat trip around the island.
The camera here was a primitive digital camera, and I wished I had a better one.
You don't see her first, because of the happy face in the corny, but the samba-dancing lady with feathers is taking up most of the photo. A photo taken by TheG during some small festival we ran into one or two years ago in Stockholm.