There are portals inside your head

Today, tomorrow and yesterday. Now have been everywhere.

The weather has been really crazy lately. Snowing, raining, snowing, raining, freezing, raining, snowing, freezing, snowing, raining…. and so on.

Maybe not so very different from how the winters usually behave here, but in a very fast forward mode.

The scene changes quickly. Just like where I am and what I shoot. And I have been heavy shit tired lately. And all this annoying headache behind every corner. Thank you, my friend, Sumatriptan for being there helping me to fight for my life.

Time moves so fast, and I’m so slow. And when I run, time slows me down even faster. I feel like a motion blur between two worlds. A ghost.

Reclaim the speed of life!


Thank you God’s, that I’m so fu**** curious to experience what happens next no matter how obviously life seems to be carved in stone. You never know.

Life is full of everything behind the imaginary walls of the ordinary everyday. Open up, be prepared, be curious. It’s not even a wall, it’s just a thin layer of projections. Inside your mind.

There are portals inside your head, hidden in unexpected combinations that unlock paths to unknown destinations in your mind. Change the scene.









the Anti Hotel (travel & hotel 3) and home

Hotel Göta…. I can’t get this place out of my head. It really made a deep impression in my head. I will remember most of Örebro and the days through this hotel.

Some would probably wonder wtf and either get grumpy or just say sorry but I don’t want to stay here. One couple actually did that. They were booked but was definitely disappointed.

When I and my college arrived we were really much wtf in our heads. In a fun and curious way. It really has odd qualities beyond the ordinary expectations. You can’t expect this hotel to satisfy you from the outside without exciting, curious and creative imagination. And you probably want to be here together with someone to share the funny thoughts that will begin to act like a pot of popping popcorns.

Was it good or bad? Impossible to tell. Probably not worth the cost if you’re not aware of its awkward qualities (and probably not even because of that). And the breakfast was lousy. Not bad, but very poor and quite boring. A very strange place. Was it real? Hotel Göta is an anti-hotel.

It’s shared in the same building as private apartments, split into two parts by a stairwell in the middle. Wide open even when no staff is there.

One of the ladies who worked here asked for “English please”, but could barely express one word understandable. And apparently, she didn’t understand very much English either. But she was very kind and smiled a lot.

Jokingly we wondered – What if this place is an experiment. All of a sudden we disappear and our friends say that we were staying at a hotel called Göta – Sure, and a smile. That place doesn’t exist, it’s a myth.

In many ways, it reminded me a lot of a very small version of “The Overlook Hotel” from “The Shining”. I just waited for the girls standing at the end of the hallway. Fortunately, or not, this place seemed not to be very haunted. But I almost wished it was, it would fit perfectly.

Hotel Göta is just odd and I will never forget it. It’s absolutely worth a visit, but maybe not two. Maybe 10 years later, for nostalgic reasons.


Time flies and all of a sudden the visit came to its end. Five days passed slow and fast simultaneously.


Back home we made another nostalgic trip. First a short trip with one train and then a change to “Blå tåget” – the blue train. Yes, it’s blue. Actually a modern concept with old things. The wagons are original wagons from the early sixties. Beautiful living things with a soul and no plastic fantastic furnishing.

Back to a chaotic Gothenburg where a gigantic European Union meeting was afoot. Half the city and surrounding areas affected by preparations and cordons. No busses no trams to Mölndal. Luckily there is a third alternative – train, again. Much train and travel back home before a good night in my own bed.




Örebro (travel & hotel 2)

Another day. We can call it Tuesday or Wednesday, maybe Thursday. Or all three.

Occasionally I am, but usually, I’m not the ordinary tourist photographer. I like to remember things from a slightly different view.

Things never became as expected. I never felt much of my melancholy as I usually do under circumstances like this. And I never made much of my expected photo walks either.

But my issues with my insomnia was much the same. And it got company every morning when my sleep usually always is as best. In the morning just before the wake-up call. Wtf and get up, my sleep is ruined anyway now.

Strangely I was surprisingly awake and alert through the daylight time, not falling to sleep in my chair more than a couple of sporadically minutes. Really odd actually.

Sitting almost still the whole day four days in a row is really demanding when you are used to moving your body and mind constantly. Interesting but mentally and anti-physical exhausting.

Unknown places are always a fun, scary and exciting experience. But it’s never about the physical place itself, it’s a psychological location happening somewhere inside your mind.

Örebro is most likely just like Mölndal or Gothenburg, or any other place on earth. Same same but different depending on where you feel is home and unknown places are always exciting.

But nothing here made me very impressed more than the curiosity of moving around in the unknown. It could, of course, have to do with the fact that I only saw most of the city after dark. But I always like cities with water.

A double nature visit. One for my profession and one for myself. One for the matter and one for the soul. A nice break in the ordinary patterns of everyday life. And I will never forget hotel Göta.

And I made my first snowball of the year.

Stay tuned for the sequel. Too many shots to share in one more post – so there will be a third “hotel and travel” – to the end of days.



All Saints Halloween


A post about contrasts, life and death, abstract light-creatures and the ghosts in-between.  Whatever -ish…

Halloween is not a very big thing here in Sweden. It came late into our traditions, in the nineties. And there has always been a confusion about what day it actually occurs since we do celebrate All Saints Day also, which is not the same thing. All saints day is a Christian tradition, Halloween is a pagan tradition. Totally opposites, still kind of same in its nature.

On all saints day, things are focused on memorial stillness, flowers, and candles. Visiting the graves, most popular doing after dark to see the dead performing a mesmerizing light show.

On Halloween there are a lot of Halloween themed party’s going on at the nightclubs. And children have their own gatherings together with friends and families. But the trick or treat part knocking for candy barely exist here. It happens, but not often, and when, it’s usually knocking on doors of friends and relatives just for the thing.

Halloween is adopted, rooted and established. Slowly growing into a commercial monster. So one day it might be just as huge as any other tradition of importance.

During the weekends of October into November, the amusement park Liseberg in Gothenburg changes into a ghost à la zombie land. Well, at least in parts. Except for 10.000 pumpkins, scarecrows, and stuff, Halloween themed horror houses and some ghost/zombie performers walking around it’s still mainly just an amusement park. Crowded and quite hysterical. Fun but not very impressive and way too hustle and stressful.

This weekend we did both the All Saints Day graveyard thing and watching Halloween.

Yeah, I was a bit into my experimental mood on this amusement night. However not very focused on making or thinking photography. More spontaneous if in between.

I don’t use the flash very often, but I felt this would be a nice fun-time using it. And I always enjoy playing with motion blur. Something I would like to explore and do more of – both explore how to play around with the flashlight and slow shutter speed abstract painting with light. I actually feel a great hunger for more experimental art beyond the ordinary photography.

As an artist who used to paint a lot, but doesn’t have the time and space to do it very often nowadays. This is the perfect alternative medium to do it another way. Always finding new ways to express my artistic creativity.

I’m actually planning to slow down my photography. Photography has become a drug and I’m heavily addicted. Luckily it’s not a bad drug or destructive addiction. But it has almost become a bad habit and eats little too much time from other things around me. Same old behavior issues as always – when I burn, I really Burn. I must learn how to glow.


Memento Mori – Memento Vivere  – Tempus Fugit / Smike;)



Sometimes. I walk through myself…

Collecting moments of time. A strange obsession. Like a magnetic field, impossible to avoid (photography).

A mesmerizing attract-and-action. Opening cracks in time and space where the parallel dimensions of our mind hide.

Sometimes I can’t resist my need to shoot. Whatever, I just have to shoot anything. Don’t bother the nothingness. It’s nothing but a bad layer of a boring illusion.

At home, a little restless… no, very restless. Grab the camera, sneak around like a ninja in my own apartment. Then the rain started to peck at the windows. Good, grab the umbrella and get out. I’m major Tom in a Tin can.

Don’t care if there’s nothing there. Anything can be anything. It’s like hacking your brain, deciphering the unseen, open invisible doors and enter hidden dimensions.

Bend the world and your mind will make it happen. Change the appearance of things in your mind.

: The rate at which something occurs or is repeated over a particular period of time or in a given sample

Imagination is a powerful tool. Use it, and it will reward you.

Through the darkness of future past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds
Fire walk with me

/\ Twin Lynch Peaks David /\



Enjoy the silence / Smike;)


High on Atmosphere

Even if I like the summer better, winter has its own untouchable greatness. The only thing about winter that I don’t like is all those clothes all over your body. And stone cold fingers. You can’t really relax when making photography in the winter.

Well, ok. Actually maybe not really winter yet. But the signs are here. Two early mornings with a white layer of frost on the grass and the roofs.

Super clear blue sky and crisp air. Let’s follow the Invisible Rabbit

Coffee, then some more, and a walk with the dogs. Then a surprise attacked me with a spontaneous trail-run. Struck by some kind of subconscious inspiration.

A great start to a great morning. Capture and keep that great feeling. High on atmosphere, the perfect drug.

Shower and then out again. Nothing advanced but a happy head, shooting anything that comes in mind. Just a short visit to Mölndal by foot with a silly smile.

All kind of things felt awesome today. Not very much people in the streets photography although. Because on Sundays there are not very much people in the streets anyway. So I didn’t bother to hunt those humanoid moments very much.

But apparently, I caught more people than I remember when went through my shots back home. This was a little strange.

The whole walk was a bit strange actually. In a pleasant way. I was definitely walking around in my parallel universe today. Okay, I know, I’m obsessed by spacetime. But I can’t help it. That’s what Smikes do.


I love days like these. So simple and full of infinitude.




REaDy pOrtal

On the Other side

the Other way

REaDy pOrtal

hOme I gO

a wOrmhOle is a bit like a black hOle Only different

time is awesOme : it makes us eXist

If you think that I have become a bit too much of strange lately. Don’t worry. This is normal. The only difference is how close it is below the visual surface. This is what my mind is made of. So nothing is actually strange, just more noticeable.

In the other dimension, I was just on my way home after an ordinary late evening at work. I like to flow through all the layers.

I have a need for art in my life, and I want to make it. Sometimes more. So I just do it, because it wants me to.

Fragments from the big bang
Insignificant details from the beginning of time
The unknown searching
For searchers of the unknown
Collecting Connecting
Trying to understand one and the other
Not knowing – nobody knows
8 Or always has but never understood and never will
The mysteries grow in the seeds of knowledge
The knowledge grow in the seeds of mysteries

O1ne < t





the end always begin somewhere

Dead or Alive

Solitude moments
Snaps of life
Peaks and valleys

I have always had a crush for the mystical dimensions of life. True or false is of no concern. What matters is the art of imagination. I like to dope the science with fiction.

Expanding life beyond our ordinary perception.

It doesn’t have to be that very different from the everyday ordinary to imagine life beyond WYSIWYG.

Dead or Alive
It’s your choice
Everything lives
Only nothing is dead

I love things. You find stories everywhere. Some only spoken inside yourself.

Just objects, dead stuff, life of the living dead. Dead or Alive? You choose. Imagination is magic.

Just a walk through the old parts of my city – Kvarnby, the ancient trace of once upon a time. So close but far away from where you can buy instant manufactured happiness in a plastic bag.

I love those empty silent streets. Wherever they are.



Yeah, I know, I’m odd, probably nuts. It makes life more interesting, so the choice is easy. Wine helps to understand…

Mall Meditation / tw0

The mall meditation continues. In a way, it’s actually part three. The first began outside the mall, where my original plan was supposed to happen.

At shopping centers, I definitely feel uncomfortable in making photos of people. It’s a very unnatural place for street style photography. In general, people seem to react more skeptical when they suspect that you are making photos. Probably more my feelings than theirs. My problem.

Except when you find natural open spots and look like you just want to catch a nice view or an interesting object that happens to be there.

This was definitely not one of the greatest moments in the history of street photography. But I like what I got in its own way, as I usually do. No matter how vanishing small of insignificant importance. Every little moment is a piece of life as it occurred once in a lifetime in our spacetime with a unique little story hidden inside.

I’m not trying to defend my work. I just say what I think and what I believe strengthens your life with less is one of more and the rest of it all.

How did my mall meditation work? Beyond my expectations actually, in a strange odd way. The mall was packed with humans, impossible to ignore. Still, I found myself surprisingly calm inside. Like diving in a coral reef full of life.

I can’t remind me that I have ever managed to withstand such a pressure of impressions for so long time without feeling drained and exhausted. Tired on my way back home, of course, always (my circadian pattern is very curvy). But not that crazy tired as I usually become.


This is part three of two, part one, the third, is an outsider…

Hit the tag Kungsbacka and you’ll find the others

When it rains in Kungsbacka

Is it possible to meditate while walking around in a mall? You will get an idea about how it went in my next post.

I said “see ya” to my wife and daughter who went inside the big mall, while I headed to the small but nice little city center of Kungsbacka in the rain.

With my ridiculous beloved pink and white dotted umbrella.


This was kind of dead space. Seems that the habitats of this town don’t like rain very much. Ok, I actually like calmer and laid back places in general, but this was little too much of it.

Bad choice of day apparently. Those few I saw was either inside one of the very many cafes and restaurants or at the food store. I just wonder where they came from or where they went when done.

The citizens of Kungsbacka must love to get out to eat and drink. For such a small town you find a surprising amount of restaurants in every corner, side by side. I wonder if they use their kitchens.

So you probably have to eat to meet people here. At least when it rains.

The rain was moody anyway. And I actually got some nice observations during my short and simple walk about. Most of those insignificant everyday things and moments I see around me but most people never think that much about.

Fortunately, I happen to love those almost invisible insignificant moments in life. And I love making candid photographs of it. Some, many… would probably say boring about my point of view. Well. Life isn’t a Hollywood movie.

And when they find out it isn’t. They consume.



This is a part of part one and two of an ordinary day

Hit the tag Kungsbacka and you’ll find the others