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…


Kvarnby gathering

Swapping the less with more (compared to yesterdays backstage walk). Although not really the same kind of more, as in crowded intensity in the middle of the regular modern world.

Kvarnby, in pure Swedish translation Mill village, is an old historical area in the city of Mölndal. A very quaint and unique place that have managed to survive demolition in favour of modern remake. Most of the buildings are culture protected today, even the smallest outbuilding.

The roads are small, the buildings are close, very close, and the area is very hilly. Not much open space. Still this place breath a strange feeling of mindful calmness even when you crowd it with people.

Usually this is not a very well visited place. Probably mostly people who live here and locals who just feel for a refreshing walk in the old backyards of Mölndal. It have not even become that usual tourist trap that usually happens, yet.

Today it was a gathering day with flea market and other happenings. A very popular happening that attracts the locals to join and walk around and eat, and maybe buy som cheap crap… sorry but it is mostly crap. But fun to look at.

I think the really big thing for most is just to come and be here and not the flea market itself. And of course, a reason to eat. Food trucks are vey popular and people seems to love this way of being served and eat. So am I.

Some nice hours spent of the day, even if in the big whole not very impressive at all. Nothing I expected anyway and not the reason we came. The big profit in this kind of gatherings is just to join the world for a moment without any superfluous reason but to be and walk and look around.

Making photography was not my primary reason to bring my camera with me today. But a reason if something would happen to pop up in front my mind. And it usually always do.

I Wander Why

… so I went for a walk, away for a while. And it was because of my camera. It wanted to be used. And I wanted to use it. Lets go.

It’s a common circumstance inside me. Itching in my head and fingers, an unstoppable craving need to be creative. In the past it was painting. Nowadays it’s the revive of photography.

It doesn’t have to be anything specific at all but just do it. Today I had no idea of where to go at all or what to shoot. But I felt for a more laid back trip and to be by myself. No crowded street photo session.

Sometimes it’s more satisfying to aim for a more meditative state close to nothing, like a black hole that sucks light. Like an pupil, like a lens. Just walk and flow, almost unaware of my thoughts and disappear completely for short moments. Freedom. To be found instead of searching.

Most of the shots today weren’t anything I had in mind to visit to shoot. I just walked and saw things that looked at me, as they wanted to be seen, and found me (I’m not stupid, of course I know that it isn’t like that, how much I ever would wish that the world had a parallel mystical dimension where this was a true).

I wonder why, because I understand why I wander.

Have a wonderful day, or night, whatever.