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


Random moments when life makes art

Or maybe Random moments when art makes life

Art comes in many shapes. Sometimes like a whispering ghost from an unexpected direction. This is how my morning started.

A chilly but good morning


When your hair style itself and a twilight moment suddenly appears


Yesterday I found something at work, just crap, but it must be useful for something


Life is full of artwork. It’s everywhere. Most people never see it. But addicted creatives never rest. They can’t, it’s just happening again and can’t resist it.

But very often. The art-triggers get stuck inside you. Growing wild in captivity and kidnaps your mind. The camera is the perfect tool to instantly release those moments. Feel it, shoot it and release it. Not as a final solution – more as therapy to calm a mind in a shivering need to express creative impressions.

The camera can also become the trigger that opens up your creative mind that makes you see and feel things differently.



Join the Myth of Street Photography

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.

Don’t be afraid of the Selfie

Whenever you feel for it, make a selfie. But I think it’s a quite good idea to think, if you tend to do it very often. Not at least take a look back in time and make some thinking about what you see – except yourself.

Making selfies doesn’t mean that you need to share every one you make. You can save them for a rainy day ten years later.

Do you make selfies because you love yourself? Probably, why else would you make selfies. But what do you love about yourself? Love can come in many shapes.

It can belong to a moment of lust for life.

Selfies are images of your mind. Unaware of that you probably are the only one who can see you feel it.

Just a selfie on the surface of the sun. We need the sun. It makes the moon shine at night.

There are some features in the camera I have never used, like double exposure. Dynamic Tone, Partial colour, Miniature, Toy Camera and some other filters.

I was bored and asked myself – do you wanna have som stupid fun? Stretch your arms and shoot your selfie.

Some people hate selfies. Don’t bother their pain. I think selfies are good for you. It’s like talking to yourself, or having arguing monologues with yourself.

Selfies can be negative and selfies can be positive. Just like opposites of life. Selfies can make your world shrink or expand. Just like your lungs.

But either can exist without the other. To much of either creates dysfunction, more or less, sooner or later. Just like to much sugar or too little rain. Everything moves in cycles back and forth between the edges of the extremes. Trying to find the perfect balance – the dance of life.

Sometimes it happens that the balance fails and the dance gets fucked up and stuck at the edge. But life is self balancing by nature creating new ways of how to move.

Life wants to be free. Life like to change. Follow your life. Release your soul.

What I try to say – be aware of your selfietime and don’t take it too seriously. Use it wisely and foolish like a playful child. Dare to challenge yourself and make your flaws shine through.

Don’t make selfies to please others. Make selfies to please yourself. Nobody is probably interested in your selfies anyway.

So why do we care to share our selfies? Because that’s the point with selfies. We don’t care, we just want to share. Not need.

Time to inhale and blow your mind.

Fu*k this was a stupid post. But it was fun and satisfying making it for no other reason than just doing it. This is hardcore therapy.

And remember – Life is too important to be taken seriously (Oscar Wilde).

And if you don’t remember, selfies can be a nice document of your face when you were young(er).

Grow up man, buy yourself a hat! It didn’t work. So I bought a hat.

It will never be any better than you make it

It’s the most simple truth and fact. Boring is about nothing but making it so. Not the most fun may be true, but it will definitely never ever be more fun than you make it. Strangely it’s very easy to make it worse.

Where does happiness comes from?

All you need is to be aware and accept the rules of life and how life affects you. And how your own attitude to life affects yourself and your surrounding.

What goes around comes around.

Curiosity never killed the cat. It made it experienced and stronger. Failure is for pessimists. Optimists see it as a challenge to make it better. Boredom is for pessimists. Optimists see it as time to be mindful.

Either we find a solution, or we make a solution.

We need to be curious of what will happen next and what will happen if we do this or that. We need to love what we do, and not just do what we love.

We need to create our life.

My guardian angel in life is made of sarcasm, the good in the bad, mysteries, loads of cheap humour and inexhaustible curiosity. I like to cope to infiltrate the ordinary and make it mine.

Make my day

I’m bored from time to time, just like everybody else. I’m not immune to boredom. And I’m often restless. You won’t need what you don’t have to create and make things better than worse.

Don’t play dead to ignore life.

Work that body

We need to work our bodies. Our bodies needs movement that challenge us on regular basis. At least it’s what I think we need a lot of. Probably a little more and/or harder than we think we need and is enough.

I’m kind of irregular intermittent in my training. Once I was more or less addicted by training and was at the gym or outdoors almost every day for years. Fortunately I found a good concept of balance in this addiction.

Workout addiction can easily become an slowly damaging lifestyle. And I was probably on the edge from time to time.

The Art of body and mind

Nowadays I have slowed down my training amount radically. Still play rough and intensive when into it, but not that often. At some point training can be contra productive. When we get older for example, our bodies recover slower and need more time to rebuild and strengthen us. This means that less is more.

I’m going 51 this year. But I have no problems doing almost same things as when I was 25. Actually I wasn’t doing any workout when I was 25, so I’m actually better.

Speedskating. Fast and smooth, I Löve that feeling

Except for biking or walking a lot I didn’t began to workout more seriously until I was 30. Back then it was inline speedskating (still happens sometimes). But it wasn’t until about 10 years later I began to train really hard, at 40, when I was practicing Shaolin Kung Fu and Sanshou/Sanda, kind of Chinese version of kickboxing. A very nice experience that lasted for about five years.

This kind of martial art form is indeed very demanding and time wasn’t on my side later on, so I felt forced to quit. After a short time out from training I began trail running instead – hundreds of miles for a couple of years. But finally I got bored of just running. I began to climb in the trees, lifting and throwing things I found and other stuff outdoor instead.

Then I got fed up with always getting wet, cold and dirty. Always loads of training clothes in the laundry and even if I had several pair of shoes they never dried up completely in between (it wasn’t always as in the photo up there).

I found myself a gym and got introduced to kettlebells. Then I got involved in boxingclasses (actually based on the real stuff) and soon the rest to be found at a gym. But I never got impressed by the machines. I found them boring and dysfunctional.

I love body weighted workout and free weights (deadlifting is my favourite when it comes to the heavy stuff), and I love high intensity cardio, I like it rough and hard. And I love mixed martial art based training. When it comes to the fighting mode I’m only doing it on fit for fun basis. Heavy bag works ok, but mitts training is definitely more fun, and light sparring when possible (but that happens rarely nowadays).

I always train barefoot or in my fivefingers. I’m addicted to feel full contact with the ground.

For me having fun have always been the most important ingredient in my workout. And I have never followed any schedules in my whole life (except when I was practicing Shaolin Kung Fu).

If you need to have rules to evolve in your training I say stick with that. If not, you don’t need to follow any rules how to be better. You have the information of how intuitively in your mind. Learn how to use your intuition. Children who plays don’t follow any rules of how to be better. They learn how to be better through having fun and just do it.

You can think whatever you want about that. I stand by my experience that it’s definitely possible to become a whole lot better only by aiming on having challenging fun. But of course you need that rough, hardcore fighting kick ass mindset to conquer and achieve higher levels. Doing the same shit won’t do much, but still better than nothing at all.

Physical training just don’t only makes you stronger and feel better and more healthy in general. It also makes you smarter, to think more clearly and learn better. It definitely helps to make you a better photographer, or whatever you like to do. And it makes you look more handsome, both on the outside and inside. It gives you self esteem.

Workout empowers you with life energy.

the Awakening and Then

Days like these (free sleep until your head say good morning) you can wake up with ideas like…. Taking stupid photos of your morning routines and write an even more stupid blogpost about it. But fun making a killing time therapy of it.

I work as an assistant nurse at an orthopaedic clinic. But when I eventually meet someone who isn’t familiar with the Swedish term of my occupation, as named in Swedish, I jokingly use to say that I work as under cover nurse (this joke is probably only understandable for swedes, but fun reactions).

My morning routines aren’t the same every day. I work different shifts from day to day so some days are more fast and compact in the mornings, skipping things to later.

My mornings always continue as long as possible in the bed, with lots of coffee, and snus (snuff), that Swedish tobacco stuff you put under your lip. I’m serious addicted to that shit, and the coffee. I get up, pour up my coffee, hit the bed, bake a snus and put it under my lip and turn on my iPad. Three morning addictions, four if you count the bed.

Here I am, as long as possible. Anything is worth the stress to be done in the last second to stay another second. I usually begin with Facebook, more if, but mostly just same shit as yesterday. I really don’t know why. Eventually some look at Instagram. Reading the news to make sure the world mostly is same shit as yesterday. It’s all kind of ritual killing time while waking up to a more workable mindset.

After some five or ten minutes when my head starts to clear up, I eventually find something better worth spending time and fill my head with. Like reading Eric Kim’s blog or take aim on one of his many articles. JTinSeoul is another pleasant place to visit. Anytime of the day off course. Two personalities that inspires me a lot and two of few photographic journals/blogs I read and follow. Be sure to visit if you haven’t.

I really hate to be forced waking up five in the morning. The best wake up is the self wake up. When no bells kick the doors in. That’s the only healthy way to wake up. This fucked up idea of being forced to wake up ridiculous early in the morning to go to work is fuck in stupid.

Going to bed earlier isn’t an option and doesn’t even work for me to cure tiredness in the morning. If I go to sleep earlier it usually ends up in waking up in the middle of the night with insomnia. And even more tired in the morning.

And how fun is it to force you to get in bed way to early anyway. Fuck! My most creative time of the day usually occur late in the evening and at the beginning of the night. I’m really sorry for my f words, but I really need to hit this feeling hard.

Days like today is much nicer, even if I won’t come back home until late in the evening and the day is almost over. But, after all, sometimes crazy early mornings have its advantage. Especially when I have the privilege to work six hour a day, but still payed full-time. Early morning means back home already half past one in the afternoon. So what do I have to complain at.

After bed and coffee I usually pee, but mostly I pee, pour up more coffee and go back to bed agin.

I brush my teeth, maybe wash my face and moister it wth some cream. I have a dry face. I don’t take a shower every morning as many seems to do. But I change my underwear and socks. My clothes follows me for a couple of days or a week. I really don’t understand the idea of new clothes every or other day.

I take a brief look outside and at the thermometer and wonder how it will be today. Probably same shit as yesterday.

I’m never hungry when I wake up. It takes some hours before my hunger begin to crave. I prefer to skip breakfasts and when I begin early I usually eat dinner as breakfast during the morning break at work. I have a little strange eating routines. This is an old trick I came up to some years ago trying to find a way to resist tiredness at the later half of the day – and it works.

What’s in the fridge to bring with me to work. We almost never throw any food here. Always some savings from yesterday or the day before. Or something in the freezer. Otherwise baked beans, noodles or just anything will do in any combination.

Feed the dogs. Change the cat litter. Tidy up, fresh food and water to our Meyer parrot.

Pee and poo walks with the dogs.

Lots of animals means a lot of dirt and hair on the floor. So there’s no way to get away from the need to vacuum clean almost every day. But plug in your ears with music, pump up the volume and it almost gets done by automatic.

Nap. I’m also addicted to naps. I love my naps. I never hesitate to take a nap, even two if possible. But they are short and powerful, often no longer than about 15-20 minutes, 30 minutes as most. This is my power save mode, and I absolutely need them to not sink as a rock in the sea. I have no problems to fall into deep sleep anywhere while taking my naps.

Now it begins to feel boring. To late to get into something, to early to get to work. I hate this in between. So I usually killing time doing ether nothing at all, or do what I do with my iPad when I wake up.

Then it’s time to equip myself and go to work. I have a pink scarf and a pink bike. Otherwise I usually don’t like pink at all.

Everyday no big deal Creativity

You don’t have to dig hard and deep to find simple everyday no big deal creativity things around you to experiment with. You are surrounded all the time by unseen things everywhere.

Try to not see what you see, but how it can be seen. And you will soon find that there is a whole different world embedded into the ordinary reality. Not very strange or different at all sometimes, sometimes very strange and different, almost beyond recognition.

To experiment, without any boundaries or serious expectations is a great way to develop new influences and a way to take care of your inspiration. It’s a great way to develop your creativity in how you look at things and learn what to look for. A cellphone is a great tool to work with your photographic creativity, all photos in this post is done with one.

Experimental creativity transforms your way to think and open up closed, or even hidden doors in your mind. There is only one important rule in this game – to become and be like a curious child. Because this child is your real master.

Table art made by sun and shadows

When the wine gets deep

About what I have to say about what I say in this case. There are basically two ways to play with your creativity. Optical or technical. By optical I mean raw as it is. Focusing on finding new ways to see and think through the lens. This is the hardest, because this is a process that easily get forced and pushed into a serious hunt whiteout any clowns.

Right mood is a nice companion when doing this. If you don’t find it. Just try to go very simple and don’t take the search to seriously. Aim for simplicity and just shoot without thinking to much – it don’t have to be something that goes “wow” immediately. Sooner or later the images will find you.

The technical way is the post processing treatment with an editor as creative playground. Or, maybe go crazy extreme with the camera settings. I often find that some not so very impressive photos from sessions when I have played with my camera hide clues of new seeds when I start to work with them (or old photos that have survived the kill). So don’t throw away your shitty photos at first glimpse. Let them stay for a while and see if you can grow something.

Whatever how, in this space you shall not give yourself any rules of right or wrong, no matter what grounded values your philosophy is made of.

You may be hard on strict rules to not do any heavy post editing that changes the photos to much beyond recognition as possible. Because you want to be true to yourself and the audience. That you are a serious real photographer who take pictures of the real world as seen.

This is not about being true to the real world as we see it from the more regular and ordinary perspective. This is about developing how to see beyond the ordinary and challenge the reality. Searching for emotions. Looking for the subconscious language. Finding the extraordinary and strange perspectives that challenge the mind. To develop your imagination and don’t get stuck in fixed patterns of what you already know and do. A gift to your crazy creative and curious inner child. Which I personally think is just as, or more, important to embrace and incorporate into your ordinary reality.

Sometimes you will be surprised how strange and beautiful the reality can be by itself without barely any editing at all (but almost always needed at some level to nail that final yes). Finding unknown and unseen details and perspectives of life is like finding the soul of reality.

And sometimes you will be surprised of what hides inside a copy of reality when you tweak it a little more beyond the ordinary. Even an almost invisible meaningless image can suddenly change radically into something totally different. Get rid of the forced need about technical quality of the photo and tweak. Leave the perfectionist outside.

Personally I don’t see anything wrong in this kind of treatment. I prefer to call it treatment rather than manipulation because every photo is sort of already manipulated from when the first light photon hits the image processor, or analog film as well.

In my point of view, obvious manipulation is no big deal either, because if it’s obvious, it’s meant to be so. But if you try to lie to tell a different story and hide the truth, you are cheating and manipulating your audience (and yourself).

Don’t be afraid of heavy treatment or using filters that mashup the photos from time to time – embrace it and explore what you can do. Sometimes I just do it but don’t use it, just to see what I can do and find out what I am searching for. And sometimes I walk through the barricades and aim for a really screwed up final touch. Just because I can.

But in a more photographic behaviour point of view. The most useful and practical solution to develop an intuitive and creative relationship with your photographic imagination is to use the camera, a lot, and not get stuck in to much editing and thinking. In the end, what you catch in your camera is what matters.