Those lazy days. When time flow in silence
Took the long way to buy me a mouse. Need one for my laptop. I have never been a big fan of using the touchpad. Unless just scrolling and some clicks are all that’s needed.
So stupid small thing, time better spent buying online. But if you can combine it with a good reason, it’s worth more than the reason itself.
Or was the other reason the actual reason to buy the mouse while going away anyway. Sometimes you don’t have to think so much of what is why and is or not…
Sometimes another reason can be a good reason to do the other one while doing the other one.
Oh my, this is going nowhere. What I mean is, if you need to go away to fix something but are not that very motivated doing it. Take your camera with you and do the other stuff meanwhile.
This makes the time spent much more interesting. The camera makes you observe your surroundings while life is happening. At least if you like doing street photography.
At the same time, it can be a trap. Making your shooting a mission can easily become a compulsive behavior and a mental blocker. Your wishes of what you want to need will choke your creativity. And you will probably be blinded by your own frustrated thoughts and miss a whole lot of intuitive moments passing by.
I don’t say that I’m very good in mastering this myself. But I try more and more, not going out just to find something to shoot.
Aiming for other reasons while getting out shooting. Like experience the world just as it is. Maybe while on your way buying a mouse.
Make your photography into something that happens intuitively. Not controlled by forced thoughts of what to shoot.
Everything happens for a reason (this includes what’s not happening, for a reason). Philosophical, not spiritual.
My days as a street photographer is probably over… but not done.
That’s an awkward way to say nothing about something. What I really mean, is that I will probably not put that very much energy in going away just to make photos of people in the streets. I’m quite tired of this game and will probably turn it into a more intuitive and spontaneous choice. Not seek it.
I will probably get out just to get out, with my camera, and explore, as I use to do. Even into crowded streets from time to time. See if I can find something whatever. But not search. I will go, to be where I am, and find what I see.
I will still aim for the heart and soul of street photography. I find the candid and poetic mood in the genre attractive. It fits my mind. But I actually find this genre quite a bit odd to put in a box of what it is. Just photography would maybe be a better description.
In my point of view, the street is just a metaphor for something more than just made in the streets. It may have been born in the streets once upon a time. Then it became a straw dog, crossbreeding and influenced by a diversity of origin. Slowly growing into a myth.
Street photography is nothing but a raw, poetic version of life.
For me, a flock of seagulls in the sky is just as street photography as faces in the street.
Street photography is like open source of our minds, without any other rules but just shoot it and make it. With whatever, whenever, however. The only boundary is something that makes photos, and the rest is about personal evolution of your mind.
Join the myth of street photography.
Midsummer Eve. The biggest holiday feast next to Christmas here in Sweden. It’s connected to the summer solstice, but since the Midsummer feast always occurs on a Friday they’re not synced.
I’m not going to say much about it and the traditions like the history or the weird frog dance around a pole and such. But food and “nubbe” (untranslatable in English – it’s a nickname for shots) are for sure the number one and most important component when celebrating Midsummer Eve. Well, at least the food. The “nubbe” is not that important or even necessary, although a deep-rooted tradition.
Playing games is also a common activity during Midsummer Eve. The Midsummer Eve traditions we celebrate belongs to the more party and playful generation. Which probably is the most common way to spend this day, in one or another way.
Otherwise, it’s also common that family’s meet up at public arranged Midsummer Eve gatherings. These gatherings don’t include any spirits – they are pure innocent family and friends gatherings of a finer cultural nature.
Basically, Midsummer Eve is a typical family and friends feast holiday. But when the teens are big enough to mind their own business, they usually preferred to celebrate this day on their own. For a reason. Or at least after some hours spent with families, they say thank you and goodbye. Oh my, I remember my teenage Midsummers…
On Midsummer Eve we eat a lot of “sill och potatis” – herring and spring/new potatoes. This is the absolutely most important item on the table – this is the King and Queen. No midsummer without it, don’t you dare. But the herring and potatoes definitely need to be served together with sour cream, chive, red onion, and eggs.
And of course we drink beer to this, and in between, we take our “nubbe”. Small shots of strong spirits spiced and brewed on different herbs. Sometimes accompanied to a short, often a quite odd song called “snapsvisa” – shot-song, and hail “skål” – cheers. “Botten upp” – bottoms up, is also a common expression together with the “skål”.
I’m not very good at shot-songs, but this is the most traditional and famous one:
Sjung hopp faderallan lallan lej
Sjung hopp faderallan lej
Och den som inte helan tar
Han heller inte halvan får
Sjung hopp faderallan lej
Here’s a link to Wiki with a translation and some background info >> The whole one goes
But it can be something very short, like this – in English:
Not now… Not now…
… But now!
… simple as that. No rules. It doesn’t even have to be a song. Anything stupid will do.
To dessert, we have strawberries with cream and drink coffee. This is just as traditional important as the herring and potatoes. And probably maybe some more shots in between, but this time it’s often something more sweet kind of liquor.
Don’t worry, much booze here, but most people handle the spirits well. But some too happy people easily get really, really drunk and go crazy. Or fall apart in a corner. I don’t lay any other values into this more than people with known repeatedly bad alcohol issues should not be allowed touching it.
After all this eating we usually mingle around and then it’s time for some playtime. It can be just anything. It often involves some kind of physical and playful competition activity. A good and strategic way to shake and fresh up your body and mind after all food, beer, and shots.
Then we rest, keep on mingling. So we can eat some more later. And now it’s time for the next tradition- the barbecue. So we eat, drink beer, maybe some more shots in between. Usually more coffee again. And so it proceeds into the night and as long as there is someone left. Usually, we drop off one by one until Midsummer Eve falls to sleep.
Tied to the Midsummer Eve traditions comes the tradition of remarkably bad weather, spot on no matter how nice it has been just a day before. But the weather is nothing but an annoying detail. Some don’t give a shit, party and having fun outdoors anyway. We are so used to it that even the weather is a part of the tradition.
This year was no exception. But the outdoor games went little too rainy this year and got changed into an indoor quiz instead.
So far, we have had this Midsummer Eve feast tradition since our kids crawled on all four.
For some reason I have made myself a Tumblr blog. This doesn’t mean that I will abandon my WordPress blog. I’m going to blog on both simultaneously. Sometimes almost same, same but different. But my tumbler blog will have a slightly different approach, fewer words, more just photos.
There will be a lot of time jumping in the beginning while catching up time since my photography revival started earlier this year. Slightly different set ups from how presented here, and probably more solitaire photos in between.
A kind of in between Instagram and WordPress. I think… I don’t know. Actually not at all.
It all began some days ago all of a sudden while walking my camera, following the invisible rabbit.
So here we are.
So, if you are curious and want to revive some of my earlier photography from time to time, mixed with new shots, presented in a more minimalistic way – follow the invisible rabbit.
Who knows. I may like doing it on Tumblr so much that I convert permanently for good in the future. So far I like it more than expected.
Sometimes I follow my wife and daughter to the stable. To help and make some shots. This is our two Icelandic horses Ás and Glóinn. The latter is not trained for riding yet and my daughter’s long term project making him a competition subject.
Ás is a horse of some kind of wonder in its own way capable managing almost anything with smooth calm. Nicer horse and willing to collaborate is probably hard to find. But since my daughter also wants to evolve herself and a horse made for competition, which Ás is not – he’s too calm, she bought another one, to raise from scratch.
A real challenge, but I have no doubts. She’s a wonder just as Ás with a heart and soul just where needed when it comes to making connections with the mind of a horse.
Local walk to watch the day
One of the more warmer days today. Too hot in my ordinary shoes and flip flops are not made for long walks. So I put on my favorite shoes – my Vibram Fivefingers. Yay, that’s it. Feels like heaven also for my feet now.
Ok, and now where to go? Follow the invisible rabbit.
Actually not very much happening anywhere this day in Mölndal. Sleepy slow. Days like these many people either take a trip to Gothenburg or the coastline, maybe one of the lakes or just hanging around in their garden or balcony.
I never bothered finding any specific reason what to shoot. Just anything and walk anywhere. Probably my favorite mood and way of making photos, not getting locked up inside thinking what and the need of must find something.
I like the idea of just get out and look around and crossbreed my thoughts with the view. No matter how well you know and many times you have seen your own little town. You will always find a new layer of thoughts upon the same old view, making it slightly different.
And you never know when something unexpected appears. Either inside your head or in front of you.
I love those simple laid back everyday adventures.
When life flow like water between your fingers. Seems like a waste of time, nothing to catch.
But you are wrong. Can’t you feel the smooth nice feeling in your hands when the water runs through fingers and touch your skin.
Life is everywhere and never bored of being so. You just need to discover the details that make it.
Blinded and killed by the superfluous. Dreaming of entertainment to excite you and feel good. Everybody hunting the need to feel great to be real.
Reclaim the speed of life. Wait, wait… wait. Watch, listen, smell. Can you feel it. It’s life.
It’s happening again. Don’t try to catch it. Let it flow, slow down, open your mind and it will catch you.
it’s happening again
If you fall into this first you may want to read/look at part one first, or after, which order doesn’t matter. You find part one here >>
The parade is on and now I really don’t know where to be. So I stayed and walked along the direction randomly. That felt best. Staying in one same spot would be a boring lineup of photos. And I wanted to feel more alive and dynamic involved.
The only drawback since I was focused on the parade. Is that it’s a parade. It gets a little bit like an exhibition. Well, kind of just what it is, but it’s a whole lot more fun to flow around and participate more.
Since it was an open parade I could walk around in the middle of it all if I wanted to. But I think it would be very confusing and maybe annoying for others. And then, where? The parade was about just as long as the distance – about 2km. So I was pleased with randomly changing direction and step in and out of the parade in between.
This year was a record year with about 16.000 participating in the parade. Probably just as many along the way. That makes whole lot of people when you bake in the rest of everyone else doing other business in the city.
Doing a huge thing like this, occupying the centre city streets completely is quite amazing. But this is Gothenburg, and we love to party in the streets. And Gothenburg have a very strong partnership with the HBTQ movement / LGBTQ .
Next time I will either stay longer or come later. At this time, about four hours later I was really exhausted I began to feel a bit dizzy and empty in my head. Impression overload. Still a craving need to make more and just be in this expressive gathering.
So many more shots I wished I could make, but somewhere you just have to choose what and where to be. Impossible to be everywhere you would like to be.
I think I could have had a really nice time after the parade when the participants in the parade began to gathering at the “Rainbow Square” for more happenings. I spent some time walking around and thought – shit, More fun to shoot!
But somewhere it have to end. And then came the rain.
But what would Rainbows be without rain. Fortunately for the Rainbow people it was a short lived rain and I think they got a really nice evening and night at the end.
Peace, Love and Soul
I have never made so many photos in one day ever. Oh my, that was fun, but awful many shots to edit and process. Nothing I regret however, I could easily have made twice more if I was faster in my head and had more time and the mental endurance.
So many photos I want to share, so I had to split this into two posts. Even then there are some more photos left behind. You will find those and these on my flickr account – klick any photo and you’ll find the album.
This was a blown away day – so many impressions all over everywhere. Surrounded by happy open minded people from the rainbow. Think if the world could be more like this.
I love those humans. Thankfully it seems to be more of them than you think. Not only the Pride ones, also people who stand by their side who choose peace, love and soul before hate and fear.
This was actually first time I went away to be there and see this. For some reason. Probably because I usually used to avoid crowds. Simply don’t like be in high intensity crowds. The cure is a camera and street photography. This have changed my brain patterns radically.
Pride might be one of the most perfect time for street photography. The circumstances makes it kind of natural making photos and being photographed. No one think it’s strange to be caught on film, probably the opposite and like to be made, even want.
I began the day in the mingle where everyone was gathering for the parade. I didn’t knew what to expect or where to be or go. No need to. It was impossible to not feel as you where just where you should be – wherever you where.
Then I slowly moved my way along the direction of the parade.
And here ends part one – welcome to part two >>