Once upon a time, when I was a teenager, I spent a lot of late hours here. Waiting for the first morning train back home to Trollhättan, my hometown back then. Every weekend more or less.
With a blurry head of deep empty space after some wild concert with lots of beer in the blood. If you were lucky you might get some fragments of sleep. The winters were harsh.
Still, we kept coming back, doing it again and again. It was worth the suffering.
After some years I finally escaped from my hometown killing time and moved to Gothenburg for good.
So here I am again, walking around at the central station. Far away in another galaxy. Not that I haven’t been here before since then. I have been here many, many times. Both as a traveler and as a photographer.
The very odd difference this time was this strange impact of nostalgic memories of once upon a time that suddenly started to pop up from nowhere. This place has changed a lot since then, hiding the original setup. Camouflaging my memories.
Something woke it up.
After this days visit I have decided to come back here more often, probably next time and the next time again, maybe little every time I’m in Gothenburg. Not because of any nostalgic reasons. This just happens to be a perfect place to explore photography, not at least street photography.
It’s a dynamic place full of everything and lots of exciting light and structures to explore. And far more relaxing in a strange way than the outdoor streets. It’s like walking into a ship floating around in its own dimension of spacetime.
This place invites me to explore and experiment. Like going back to my old school manual shooting. Exploring the light and movements one step further. More feelings, more suggestive, more reflective mindset. More me making photography, with my mind, rather than with my camera. More mindful.
So I will probably keep my manual settings for a while. It’s not very complicated actually. It’s not as in the old days when you never knew the outcome until the film-roll was developed. The learning curve is instant interactive. But you will for sure forget to change your settings from time to time and make a lot of failures in between. But definitely worth the suffering.
And when even failure feels like a nice opportunity to have some fun, you know you’re having a good time. Like this, extremely overexposed photography. That’s what easily happens when you shoot manual and forget to change things when the scene change. But it got its own charm and atmosphere.
So this place at this day took me back and forth through time in two ways. I found a time machine. It must have been some kind of conjunction of circumstances in spacetime.
And then I met major Tom in his ship.
Even if the subway-walk connected to the station, not really is a part of the station. I consider it being so. It’s a pathway between the station and the city.
Here you occasionally find some street musicians performing their passion. And this day was almost an extraordinary coincidence of when time just connects things in a strange way.
Being in this time machine and then suddenly meeting this man performing an unexpected soundtrack of my day in it, singing an old Ziggy-Bowie song. Not only good, he was fu**.. awesome talented.
I needed some physical money. I passed him, bought me a Red Bull to get change and went back to ask for some shots and gave him some money.
He made my day. And I probably made his. It wasn’t very big deal, but he stopped playing, said thank you with a big smile and a friendly hand and hug. Then back to the strings and the song. Slowly fading into a dreamy echo as I walked away.
What a wonderful day. And later on, while making this post, editing my shots. Brian Eno’s “The Ship” in my ears was a bullseye companion.
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Have yourself a good time, hug and cheers / Smike;)