A Feminist Initiative

It's an election year in Sweden. Both for the national parliament (in September), and for the EU parliament (in May). And as you can guess it's all you ever see in the newspapers, on the radio, TV, on the web, and even on the streets, like this. This is a feminist initiative from the feminist party, F!, taplats.nu is a web site and it also means take a seat now.

Criminal Failure of the Day

Dumb Ass Criminal: We need a car for this job. I know a place where we can steal a brand new Opel. The cars are parked outside the dealership. All we need are some tools to cut the fence. Then we just hot-wire the car and drive away. We will be in and out in a minute or two. No way this can go wrong. Crappy Criminal Getaway Driver: Okay, I'm in, but only if I can do the driving.

Going Green

Everything is turning green again. We have a few Summer days at the moment, and that is all that Mother Nature needs. These silver birches grows at Söderby in Handen.

Cherry Blossom Path

There is something special about the Cherry Blossom, or Sakura. As a photographer you have to shoot it. It is a rule that you can't break. This little path is my Sakura place. Thanks to the previous owner of a blue house in Handen, the people that use this walkway get a bonus every Spring.

In the white forest

A I am typing this photographers from all over Haninge are busy shooting these windflowers that bloom at the nature reserve in Jordbro. They cover both forests and the Bronze Age burial ground.

That Old Tree

One or two Summer-like evenings so far this year. This was one of them, a couple of days ago. The old tree and my shadow during the sunset. I forgot about the panorama, but have now added it to the post. Larger version here.

Who Gives A Shit

Street portrait in B%W of tattooist Danne, who works at Tatueringskompaniet.

The Wedding Singer

From the bike I spotted a girl wearing orange shades, black shoes, orange tights and a black skirt so obviously I had to stop and ask her if I could grab a portrait or two. This is Kajsa. She is studying Russian at the Stockholm University and lives in a student apartment in Handen. She loves singing, and is a member of a choir that often performs in churches. She sings at weddings and baptisms. She has never been to Russia, but has visited the Ukraine.

Alexandra

The weather is now street portrait friendly again. This is Alexandra. I met her in Handen over the weekend. She lives at Enskededalen. She works as a cycling mail-man in Stockholm. Her route usually takes around three hours. She has a few tattoos and it was two of them that I noticed first. You can see part of them on a flickr photo. This portrait is made from several close-up photos shot with the 85mm lens. I wanted to put the focus in Alexandra's right eye.

The Tattooist

I have to admit to toying with the idea of getting a tattoo. Maybe a camera or something like that on my shoulder, but it is yet to happen. One reason is that tattooing is very addictive. It is hard to stop after that first ink job. At least that is what people with tattoos keep telling me. Anyway, heading home the other day I met Niklas. He will definitely stand out from a crowd, even at a tattoo convention. Niklas works as a tattooist at Tatueringskompaniet.

The Rastaman

I spotted the Dreadlocks from far away and knew that I had to stop for a chat and take a portrait of the Rastaman. The last time Micke cut his hair was back in 1997. He lives his life in the Rastafari lifestyle. I have seen him before, he usually wears a big rasta hat. He lives in Jordbro and works for the municipality. Oh, and he washes his hair twice a week.

The Harley Guys

We had the warmest day of the year so far today. I'm guessing around 15C. This is Linkan, (whom you have met here before), and his neighbour and friend Martin (Yellow Fat Boy). They took advantage of the great weather and took out their Harley's for a ride.

Munching Away

This Roe deer was busy eating windflowers when I spotted it a few minutes ago. Supposedly poisonous, but not if you are careful apparently.

Got Any Bread Crumbs?

I was busy in the kitchen doing the dishes just now when I noticed a movement in the back garden. It was a blue tit (Blåmes), landing on a tree branch. It sat there for a while trying it's best to make me toss out some bread crumbs. Instead I fetched the camera.

Don't look at the ugly wooden bridge...

...look at the hillside behind it. If you do you will notice a runic inscription that dates back to the Viking Age. It was discovered by Harry Runqvist back in 1964. It has been named Runmarsvreten. The inscription was probably carved by the runemaster Halvdan 1000 years ago. It reads ku...--- I...kuna + l(?)u + hakua + stain + þina + auk + buru + þ...-a + ib(?)............... sina. I don't think you can understand the runic alphabet so translated to English it says, Gunne had the stone made, and also the bridge. That bridge is long gone and the ugly bridge you see here is brand new! You can find the hillside along Dalarövägen in Handen.

Spring Blue

The green lawn in the park in Tungelsta is turning blue. In the background you can see the museum/cafe and the artwork that I have showed you before.

That Old Tree

It was a bit windy today. Not very warm, maybe 11C when the sun was out. Arriving to the old tree I noticed heavy rain clouds in the distant and they made for a dramatic sky. I only had the 85mm lens with me so this is umpteen (38), photos stitched together.

Every picture has a story.

There's always a story behind every photograph. I was meeting a friend at Poseidon's Square in Handen at noon today. I arrived on the Steel Horse fifteen minutes early, so after parking the bike I looked around for something, or someone to photograph. There was nothing that caught my eye on the square so I walked up the stairs, and there it was. Against a cement wall. A bike rack. Circle after circle. Made of steel. So I hunched down and started shooting with the 85mm lens and this was the result.

The Birch Alley

I walked up the birch alley earlier today.

Searching for Spring

This tree clad area on a field near Hesslingby in rural Österhaninge is one of the places I will often go back to with the camera. This time I was hoping to see the trees turn green again, but it was too early for that.