Yesterday I went to a lake in a small community called Hyllinge to get some better photos of a treehouse I Instagrammed about a year ago. I knew I was going for some black and white shots, mainly because of the doomey weather combined with the uneven angles of the treehouse. I thought the shot of the structure against the lake would be my best (and only) shot for the day (since Hyllinge isn’t the center of the visual world really), but I was lucky enough to catch a man fishing which turned out to be the better photo. As I left I noticed some flowers growing on the roof a little cabin, something you don’t see everyday. I felt lucky because this way I could shoot the flowers comfortably from below, catching some light in a different way than normally, and I even liked to colours enough to keep them. No matter what you’re planning, you just don’t know what you’ll end up with as you step out the door with a camera.
Having kids is a hard work. They drive me nuts, daily, both of them. The chores never end, and I’m quite amazed that our washing machine hasn’t exploded yet. Anyways, the point I’m trying to make here is that you need some sort of outlet, no matter what it is that drives you crazy sometimes. My passion is film but at the moment, I don’t really have the time for it. Schools out for the summer and I don’t always work, so as I mentioned in my previous post “The lay of the land” , I’m trying to improve my photographic skills, especially when it comes to landscape photography.
I try to find some time on days like this one to just go, somewhere, and get inspired by my surroundings. Today I took the smaller roads and ended up in some random spots. Nic Cave provided the soundtrack today. I came home with a 150 shots and these are the ones that really worked for me today. But mainly, I got to clear my head a bit – and that’s what mattered today. Plus I got to try out some vintage m42 prime lenses (Mirage 135 / Tokina 35 / Makinon 28) which have been sitting in my bag for a while just waiting to be put to work.
“If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air, quaint little villages here and there” – Groove armada 1997