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Holding on to bouquet

Holding on to bouquet

Blooming against the dark sky

Blooming against the dark sky

Fill the frame II As a continuation of my serie “Hoppfull” (full of hope, but also full of jump in swedish).

Fill the frame II

As a continuation of my serie “Hoppfull” (full of hope, but also full of jump in swedish).

Fill the frame I Exploring the frame of the photography, I’m using the body to fill it.

Fill the frame I

Exploring the frame of the photography, I’m using the body to fill it.

Doors swing open for me, if I just had the key! Let them rain down in my pocket, where I can find them when I need them. Dedicated to my friend U, whom teaches me how to find my way to where I want to go.

Doors swing open for me, if I just had the key! Let them rain down in my pocket, where I can find them when I need them. Dedicated to my friend U, whom teaches me how to find my way to where I want to go.

A new planet, a small world that my fingers can grip around. Shining as an end of a long dark tunnel.

A new planet, a small world that my fingers can grip around. Shining as an end of a long dark tunnel.

Circular abstraction of a hand holdning a looking glass, the spring flower scilla and dead grass.

Circular abstraction of a hand holdning a looking glass, the spring flower scilla and dead grass.

Looking glass and last seasons dried up grass.

Looking glass and last seasons dried up grass.

Looking glass and wood anemone.

Looking glass and wood anemone.

Are they going up or are they going down? The escalators was vibrating and I did’nt dare to step on them. A non oval gloria seemed to surround them.

Are they going up or are they going down? The escalators was vibrating and I did’nt dare to step on them. A non oval gloria seemed to surround them.

The light and me drew lines in the air.

The light and me drew lines in the air.

I was walking home and the street lamps where surrounding me. They danced with me before they let me continue my way home.

I was walking home and the street lamps where surrounding me. They danced with me before they let me continue my way home.

The subway travelling between slussen and gamla stan reflected its light on to the window. On the outside of the window the lamps drew colored lines.

The subway travelling between slussen and gamla stan reflected its light on to the window. On the outside of the window the lamps drew colored lines.

The fog was visible to me around the shining lamps and the cars that kept on passing under the bridge which i was standing on. This bridge, an ordinary concrete bridge, had a puddle on it. That was where I liked to be.