Dogwalk

Sometimes, think… don’t wait for a special occasion to shoot something. Just shoot it. How stupid simple it ever may be. Actually, don’t think very much at all. Don’t care and see what happens. Just throw away the lens at something and click.

Don’t bother what camera you use. Use the one you have right here right now, which almost always is your smartphone. The soul of a photography is far more interesting, exciting and important than fabulous quality and fantastic views.

This is what I do, this is what I see a couple of times everyday – walking our dogs, and anytime in between. It’s so everyday common insignificant that I wanted to make some photos of it (ok, this particular moment occurred some weeks ago).

It’s easy to go blind and forget the beauty that actually live in those insignificant moments. Take care of them. They are more important than you may think in making life more interesting than you may think. Penetrate and go beyond what you take for granted.

This is my way to achieve more mindfulness in life. Even without making photos. But you need to remind yourself constantly about it to not forget it.

the Art of Seeing

Debriefing, free breathing the art of reflections, and the holy ghost…

There are physical reflections, and there are mental reflections.

When I make photography, I do it because I feel somewhat of an attraction to the scene I want to catch, at least trying to. Sometimes it’s a more subconscious response of instinct or a spontaneous idea, a vague intuitive feeling of something worth just shooting.

Back home when I post process my photos. I do it again.

But now my catch is concealed forever as it went. I can’t change the content in the scene. I can’t remake the action.

But what I can do is changing the mood. And this can change the scene radically in many different emotional directions. I’m seldom satisfied with just “cleaning up the photos” to technically look better.

Back home my emotional connections rarely are the same as when I made the shots. I see everything slightly differently, sometimes very different, sometimes I don’t find what I thought I saw, sometimes I discover things I didn’t saw. Time affects your mood and impressions.

I’m post processing my mind.

I like to cover my photos with a layer of my personal mood. I like to bend the appearance of the original reality. Sometimes more, sometimes less.

I like to blend the nature of both documenting the ordinary reality with the artistic freedom to strengthen the appearance in one or another direction.

I’m not a fan of creating photos with a consistent identity. Or, maybe I should say; I get bored very quickly in predictable squares.

My mind is a creative mess of discovery joy. And the right mood is very important in this process to keep my motivation happy. I have always been attracted to possible what if’s and can’t resist trying new ideas and different approaches.

For me, what I feel is far more important than what I see.

 

 

 

 

 

sometimes I wonder, Why!

Sometimes I wonder, Why!  ?

Then I think, Why!  ?

On my mind. Words moving around like foam on waves in the sea made of thoughts.

Thinking too much makes you feel too much. It’s easy to begin to disbelieve in yourself. The more you think about it, the less you see the point of anything at the end. Everything you touch dies.

A sense of context.

I often find myself wondering. Questioning the meaning of what I do. I try to ignore the purpose of my doubts. Demons, watch me do it anyway.

Since I never seem to get any useful answers anyway from those doubts I keep on doing what I need to do what I want. Even if the meaning of it all is hidden at the end of the universe. Out of reach in my ordinary lifetime.

I don’t need, I want.

I need to sleep, but I would prefer to do it when I want. I need to wake up…

I need to cope with the rest of the world to serve my possibilities to do what I want. But I can’t control it. Everybody wants. So control yourself.

Live together, die alone.

I keep on shooting, post processing, share them. On Insta, Tumblr, my blog. Write loads and post my shit on this blog. Not many cares, some likes and then passing by and disappears into the unknown shrubbery of the past.

Instant pleasure of creativity. I want more, but don’t know why. I just do it. Because it’s satisfying to create. That’s all I need. As long as I want.

And then? Who knows. That’s inspiring enough – the unknown life of the past in the present. Creating a story and the history of your life. Documenting the creation of a memory.

Catching moments of life as it occurred in your mind. Sometimes changing during the post process. Discovering new things, traveling back in time with a slightly different mindset. Changing the scene. The past suddenly grows into new depths and heights. Crossbreeds now and then.

In every photo every made, you not only caught what you saw. You also made an image of your own mind and mood. In both directions.

And words. There are so many things inside your thoughts. Use them, play with them, decipher them. Even if they seem to make no sense, or mean anything of significant importance. Just do it. Open the hatch in your pond.

Forward in any direction. Where are we now

Photography is art. Words are art. We make art of life. Life is an artwork. Art is life.

Don’t do what you love. Love what you do. And don’t doubt about that.

 

Why is the wrong ?

 

Good Evening Mölndal

I should do it more often, but for some unknown reason, I haven’t. Shoot in the dark.

This is little big Mölndal in the late evening.

Prepare for a post loaded with shots.

I say big little city because Mölndal is actually a mid big city measured in Swedish measurement (almost 65.000 inhabitants). But compared to Gothenburg next door it’s small and makes Mölndal even smaller than it actually is. Because everybody prefers to go and be where you find most of your needs where the big things are and happen.

So the circumstances practically make Mölndal a suburb of Gothenburg.

And still, same as it ever was. Not very much happens here after dark. Some more life than during the cold and darker half of the year, but not very much. Things may change some when the new city center is finished.

The street life here mostly consists of people on their way passing through back home or to Gothenburg. So where the street life is, is where the trams and buses come and go. The further away you go (and that’s not far away) the less you see of human activity.

You’ll find some few others at the restaurants and some others at the store buying candy, soda, toothpaste, cigarettes and a banana. Some few more at the 24/seven gym. And if you peep through the windows of the Scandic hotel you may see some tourists.

Besides that, some few sporadic appearance of humans.

Not very entertaining. But soothing, in its own strange way. You won’t get stressed out of impressions anyway, rather the opposite. Especially if you do street photography. You are easily spotted as the strange man walking in circles with a camera.

I actually made most of my photography this evening doing the hip shot thing. Even if I really don’t like it very much I felt more comfortable doing it. I didn’t know what to expect (mostly from myself and what I wanted) and saw this visit mostly as a recon for future activity. Including re-learning and experiment with my camera settings.

Finding out things and what to expect.

I love to dwell in the dark. I used to love making photography in the dark. Back then it was more still life/street scape style with a tripod and long exposures.

Nowadays I don’t like tripods. I try to avoid needing one. I want to be light. Actually, I don’t even own a tripod, beside a little cheap bendable one primarily made for smartphones (but it’s usable with small cameras). I have it in my bag, but honestly, I don’t know why. I haven’t used it since I put it there.

When I was in my teens I was a night creature and usually made most of my photography at night. Back then I was b/w and analog, mostly. Carrying around a bunch of gear, and a tripod.

I think it’s time to revive more nightlight into my photography. Without a tripod. I want to evolve my street and candid passion into the darker times. Meaning shaky, blurry, out of focus flaws is not an issue, rather a potential moody touch. But of course, a razor sharp shot is always welcome.

I love technical bad but good photos…

Life is just same, same but different when the sun falls down. I like the difference. Very strange that I have made so few night shots. Actually very strange indeed. Probably caused by comfort and laziness of restarting the engine.

But probably mostly because my awareness of the dangerous effect late evenings into the night have on me – My need for sleep die hard minutes to midnight when I’m in a creative mode. Late nights are a creative mania trigger.

I don’t know where this sudden awakening of night photography comes from. I just feel a need for it and want more. Probably some kind of subconscious reaction knowing that the time of daylight is getting shorter and intuitively preparing for new influences.

Shaking old photographic memories alive.

It’s kind of learning to cope with the changes of time to find the advantages that fit best for the moment.

 

 

 

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.

 

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

Hit the tag Kungsbacka and you’ll find the others

Last supper

… before my time out of control is forced back into control. This was it, the grand vacation of the year. Four weeks spent in freedom with When, Where, How, Who, What and Why, almost by myself.

Very simple, nothing big, but very nice in general. Nothing will ever be any better than you make it. So you better make it.

I’ve seen more of my nearby surroundings during this time than I have done for years together. Thanks to my camera, my cycle, my shoes, and of course some bus and tramp rides.

A tip worth trying if you feel stuck in life – buy a camera and start document life through the lens. Whatever, just shoot it.

This probably maybe last world tour trip of my vacation went on to quite a long ride in scrambled directions. At least 40km by wheels and another 10 by foot. But I apparently I enjoyed the travel more than making photos of it.

That’s a good sign. I have become a little bit too addicted to making photos from time to time, and some more in between. I even dream about photography at nights. I don’t think that’s a good sign.

But it felt scary when I got back home and started to wonder after some hours if I shouldn’t get out for a little ride again, just a short one. I didn’t.

Somehow I need to begin focusing on life without the need of making photography every minute. Otherwise, I will put me in risk of creating myself an imaginary jail. Stuck in a place that only makes you suffer. You can never run away from now without getting bruises in your heart and mind.
You need to take good care of now. Now is where you live.

When thinking about it. Freedom is nothing… and as soon as you need or want something, you are no longer free. And as nothing is an impossible condition for life, you will never be free. Until you become nothing.

Freedom is nothing but an imaginary condition. So let us create your freedom. What other condition is better. Yeah! Now I’m flipping out here.

Now I kinda lost my thread…

So let’s talk about the weather. That always works when there’s nothing else to talk about. It has been mostly really good actually (dead end).

For this special last supper final, I got into my rough post processing mood. I have been quite neat to my photos lately, mostly. And I really like trying to replicate that analog film touch. As good as I can and want it to look like. Probably because I’m grown up with cameras in the analog era. Some kind of nostalgic issue.

I love the digital evolution. Definitely, but. As I have said before. Digital photos tend to feel a little bit too technical perfect sometimes. That disturbs my sense of life. Flaws make photos feel more perfect, emotionally. And that means more to me.

I have and will probably never be consistent in my style. Sometimes I’m into low contrast, sometimes hard, sometimes slightly faded and desaturated, sometimes the opposite, sometimes B/W and so on. I change, that’s it. I refuse to nail my style to create some kind of personal identity.

Well, that’s my style and identity. So I think I have nailed it, shit!

See you soon again. But probably not so often as it has been last month. Love you all, whoever you are.

Somewhere else – the hip factor

Today I give you two posts. Just a mishap – the former post got stuck and forgotten in draft mode. But that’s just good because of they kind of stick together.

Feels good to be back from the dead. Almost there, just some more breaths then I hope to be alive again.

Another brutal 24-hour migraine marathon done. And another 24 drowsy hours to recover. I can still hear the ghosts mourning in the depths of my head.

Yesterday was better until I got caught. Solar energy and thousands of people, mostly tourists I think. Yes, I’m in the crowded people mood again. Sort of. Still get tired all too quickly in crowds and easily slowly lose my concentration. I’m actually not surprised why I finally got my headache. I refused the warning and forced myself to be there.

But I started calmly behind the stage, watching the world from a more distant view. Wondering, What today?

It mostly became a lot of “hip shots”, again. Well actually “gut shots” – my neck strap isn’t that long. So it hangs in about gut height. And that’s good. They say shooting from your gut is good, trust your gut feeling. I guess I may not understand what they mean. What’s so good about that, I don’t understand…

I’m joking, hope you understood that 😉

One reason is that I have lost some of my former self-esteem. I’m back in that slightly uncomfortable mood again. In street photography, particularly at close range, it’s of utter importance to be consistent and keep on challenging yourself if you want to preserve and evolve your skills.

It’s actually not that bad, but not that good either. I have been a bit careless with my street photography achievements when it comes to the feeling of facing people in the streets.

At the same time, besides this little loss, I think that shooting from the hip, or from any angle in blindness, is a good skill to know. And I need to practice some more because I really suck at it. You never know when there will come a moment when it fits better. So this is a skill worth knowing how to handle.

Other nice things about hip shot shooting are that you definitely never hesitate and will catch many interesting candid snapshot moments.

But I better put this hip mode on the shelf for a while. At least not doing it so often as I have done lately. It’s not good for me.

Bad self-esteem is not a good reason to do hip photography. It can actually strengthen that uncomfortable feeling instead. If you never try to break free and challenge yourself you may get stuck in that stealthy hip mode. But I won’t say it’s wrong either. If you like it, I say go with it.

There are moments when one way is better than the other. In time you will find out when which suits best. But I would say mainly facing the world openly is the best way in the long term if you want to evolve both yourself and your photography.

The big problem, for me, is when I do too much stealth photography too often, I apparently become lazy in my mindset and approach. And I have done it too much, too often lately. First it was fun, then it felt nice and comfortable not bother being spotted, then I got zombified.

Today I woke up during this hip mode with a feeling of not being there. I didn’t feel any passion, more like an insensible shadow with a gadget that says click. It kind of erased the connection between me the camera and the world. I could as well put an action camera on me and just walk on, then pick some moments back home.

I usually never say “taking photos”, I prefer “making photos”. For me, it’s a big difference. I don’t take photos, I make photos. But this actually felt like taking photos, randomly collecting pictures in the streets.

I got some nice shots anyhow anyway. But I need more of the passion of being here and now as a photographer when I make my photos.

It’s for sure a nice way to hide your intentions, or when circumstances make it a better choice. But be aware, only in small doses. It’s definitely not a good way to evolve your photography skills, at least not the heart and soul of photography.

Learn how to use it, not abuse it.

I think a more proper and creative way of exploring your intentions is to learn to react more spontaneous, intuitive and faster. And learn how to aim and shoot without looking when you want to catch the scene from a different angle – without the need of sneaking. Or just use your body if you want to get low.

My Fuji X100T has a fixed LCD screen so I’m not spoiled with this tilting feature many cameras usually have.

Tomorrow… today. This is not an instant blog of the day. I’m too slow. Today I will hit the streets again and try to find myself a better suited mindset and approach. And try to not get any migraine.

Follow Anything on a Pink bike

Beware! This is an awfully long post. Divided into two chapters. Many words needed to come out. I think I’m processing my mind this way. Read and look, or just look.

Chapter One

The coming to find you, out there

It’s a funny thing – your mind. Well, at least the one in my head. Luckily I don’t think I’m alone. At least not me myself and I…

For some day ago I went out on my pink Fixie bike. Yeah, I like fixed gear. Although cheap one, but it works wonderful great.

As usually, no particular direction in mind. Sit up and go with the flow. Never know when to turn left or right, straight forward, backtrack or just stand still.

It’s fun as long as you don’t need something particularly on your way to happen but whatever happens, happen. It’s more exciting than knowing where to go and what to expect. Unless you know something fantastic is going to happen.

But that seldom happens. And that’s actually good because when it does, it really becomes fantastic.

As you may understand this post was born in the same unpredictable manner as usually when I don’t really know what. I have a bunch of new photos I would like to post. I could skip the writing and just say ye and yo and share them. But sometimes I have a strange craving need of touch the letters on my keyboard and see what I can do with them.

I will begin with the obvious reason about my day and my shots. And just as I wrote in the beginning, I took my bike for a no big deal random urban exploring, in any direction.

Gothenburg is changing a lot, and more to come in the future. Construction and reconstruction everywhere. Changes needed to be done and nothing to bother about if you live in a big city.

Everything changes, so you better cope in one or another way and collect memories while you live here and now.

I began my route on the side of which none but those who live or work here visit – Kallebäck. It’s on the “wrong” side of the roads if you say so. Not natural in any way to just drive through without a purpose. Probably nice but nothing remarkable for the uninvited.

Found more peace but not much to shoot in Örgryte, which is the natural way away if you don’t want to go back where you came from. But it wasn’t until at the end of the northern parts of this area I began to feel attraction to shoot.

Still, all way so far worth the travel. Because I never go out anymore just only to make photos. It’s for sure a nice reason, but not the purpose. The main purpose is to get out, look around discover and where are we now. Mindfulness my way.

And I have always been a slow starter in most things I do.

My favorite site for the day during this undirected trip was probably the quay of Gullbergsvass which houses a private boat society, but all open to the public to visit. I knew about its existence but never been here before.

Here you find loads of old, mostly retired, boats of all kind and conditions along the quay. Probably lots of projects never made finished, never will be finished or maybe just keep them alive and floating as long as possible, as recreation. But some seems to be in functional condition. A rough and slightly trashy place, but lovely charming. A wonder that places like this still exist.

I could stay for longer and made loads of more shots, but I was more in my passing through mood, just get what I saw on my way. I will come back someday and explore more of the river called Säveån that connects to the big river of Göta Älv. As I happen to know, there are some nice hidden pearls to find there too

I have actually never visited any of the sites I found today, except some that probably was at least 30 years ago. Like this building that once used to be a hotel.

The funny thing is that also then, the visit was connected to photography. In my teens, I was working at a photo shop in another city far away, and I was invited to some kind of reseller arrangement of photo products. Today it holds a detox unit for addicts, but looks more like it’s on its way down.

Otherwise, much traveling between industrial areas, under bridges, roads, roads and more roads, and water. In between, definitely not the most fun places to be, but well worth the trip, in between. The feeling of unknown actually makes the regular boring somehow exciting.

And you never know where and when something pops up that makes a photo.

Chapter Two 

The story of post processing photos through a scrambled egg

Thoughts, so many thoughts. Everywhere all the time. What are they thinking about when I don’t listen to them?

I think I listen too much.

And I think too much, about everything. I wish there was a switch somewhere to turn me off totally sometimes. At least a reset button. Well, I actually can, but I would like a real deep long total shutdown from time to time. Not just bore me to death (which just creates more thinking).

I’m way too confused about what I want for my own good. I wish that I knew what I wanted and could stick to a plan. But that will never happen. 51 years, and still just as curious about what if, as I was a baby who just needs to put everything in its mouth.

In my world, wrong doesn’t exist, just one million ways of different rights. Quick and effective post processing. It’s almost impossible. It Actually is. I have just learned to deal with it. Knowing that it will never be better than for the moment.

So, how many moments are there…

I have never, yet, found a style I feel that I want to stick to. That would be nice. But as long as I don’t feel anything but for the moment. I will keep on changing my mind.

For this particular moment, I went more scrambled than usually in my head. After a long fight, I suddenly got the idea of making some shots in black and white also, or instead. Just for curiosity, and I liked it.

During this process, I slowly began to feel that I wasn’t really satisfied with my chroma photos I just thought I was finished with. So all of a sudden I was doing both a remake and monochromes simultaneously.

Strangely, this was apparently what I needed to find my way home. The other one gave birth to the other one of how I finally thought I wanted it, more. For the moment, and then quickly threw away the key for good.

I like to throw away creative keys. The are awful disturbing things to deal with if you can’t find the right doors in your head.

As probably seen by those who have seen my work through my time on this blog. You have probably noticed that I have made a lot of more photos in colors lately.

It’s just something that began to happen by its own. And I like to follow my guts. Now I seem to like both alike. I used to favor monochromes dominantly. But not anymore.

But it’s some kind of love and hate relation. Colour photos are more demanding in the post process. With b/w, it’s easy to change the scene and mood. In colour, everything becomes more sensitive and behaves differently. And far more options to choose and consider.

Changing contrast and temperature, for example, is nothing that makes a uniform change that easily results in what you’re looking for, that just fits every shot you’ve made. All the colors must somehow cooperate with the wholeness to bring the mood and harmony you are looking for.

It’s harder to find a consistent flow that works overall. At least for me.

And as you know, I seldom really know what I’m looking for. Making things unnecessarily complicated. I actually suck in post processing. I have an awful disoriented workflow. I need to do something about that.

With monochrome, things flow more easily when making changes. You just have to look for how the raw light and shadows embrace each other. My guts are better connected with monochrome.

Still, I just need to do my photos in color because I want to. Probably some kind of subconscious thing going on in my head.

I will probably make a Chapter Three – the monochrome edition later on. But for now, this is it.

If All the World’s a Stage

 

For moments I felt like a postcard tourist. In between like the introverted odd eremite.

A good combination. I like to move between the surface and the depths of my mind, quickly, whenever I feel for it. Never stay too long in either position of my mood.

You see more and feel more. Get perspectives and understand things better. Both about life that surrounds you, and yourself.

If all the world’s a stage. Identity is nothing but a costume:: Sense8 – episode 10, season 3.

 

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.