Just found these flowers from a calendar project in 2005. Never say no to celebration.
Anniversary!
In the very beginning
A friend of mine just made a quote on FB from one of todays papers. “I could read fast from an early age, but I didn´t understand anything. When I so did slow down I understood that the letters made words, that created pictures, that was put together so that they created stories that were larger than time and space”.
Quote from Stina Oscarson in DN.
Come to think of it, the images/pictures comes first. You open your baby eyes and there it is. The picture. The letters, the words and the stories comes later. So perhaps it is not so strange that today we communicate more with pictures than ever before.
“In the beginning was the word”. No, words came later. To help us describe all our images. All what we see.
Just a thought.
😊
Street photography
I am not much for the traditional images on vacation. I am just not…
My kind of street photography. 😊
What is this thing called art?
So, what is this thing called art! Who decides it is worth millions, and can get away with it? Who says that art by others is more worth than yours and mine? And what IS it? As usual I have more questions than answers. Here comes a small, but interesting, language lession. In Swedish the word for art is konst. Could also be used in the context of difficulty. Art is most often expected to include some kind of difficulty or craft that is being mastered. In Swedish, if you say “det är väl ingen konst” ( in Swedish ) you are also saying “That isn´t too difficult”. In other words “that isn´t too difficult, I could probably do that”. And perhaps you could. Art is very much about thinking. When your idea is ready you get it out. Small or large. Interesting is that you sometimes get it out while you are thinking. Or without thinking. What feels right IS right. 
Art is a set of mind. In photography and painting you frame your work. You decide what to put inside your frame, and that is your piece of art. Whatever it is. And we humans like to frame things before we put it on our walls. Expensive, cheap or for free. 
These images that I present here are just as much made by others. I saw the shapes and formes and they appeared to me. I framed them with my camera. At the top is the Mona Lisa of Torremolinos. Who did this version, and why? Who and when did they put this letter in the street? When ever they did, I am sure they didn´t thought about taking a photo from it years later. After years of wear and tear. But I did. 
This is street photography, just from the street. The beauty of imperfection… 
Who decides what art is? You and I do! What hangs in the big galleries is something others has decided. But we exhibit there sometimes too. If it is more art than ours? Good question! Are art critics always right? Don´t think so. But after all they are only humans. 
A tag, someones signature. Could that be someone elses art?
All images found and framed by me in Torremolinos, Spain 2015. Thank you for helping out! Whoever you are and when ever you did.
The beauty of imperfection
What would life be without imperfection? Boring I think. It is those small pieces that not really fit, or has fallen off that makes things interesting. The not perfect. They tell the story. Flowers are beautiful when they are fresh, yes, but they are also beautiful when the water has dried out and they bow. Like with us people. Things with a patina attracts me. From the wear you can see if things were used and loved, and how much. I like reading the story in the imperfect.
My childhood
These were my toys when I was a child. Remember? Spending lots of time in the woods with my friends. However I played with Dinky Toys also. And Matchbox. Being a boy brought up in the 50´s it was only natural, and my father owned a garage. It is a great feeling still having my old toys. Once a child I think we are always children. One way or another. But perhaps not as much as we should be.
Photography Quote of the Week Ansel Adams 4
Check this and many more great photographic quotes on this blog. 😊
October 7, 2014 – Be there
Like on a rainy day in Stockholm
How did sound become music?
There has always been sound. Some sound attracted humans more and differently. “Who” was the first to combine different sounds? When did someone start to repeat sound? Thought they had a good rhythm going. Has humans always reacted to sound foot tapping and dancing? It all started many days from now and it is easy to get lost in thoughts of who and when. How did it look like and where was it?
Just enjoying my LP´s on a rainy day.
😊 Pelle
The images from one of my calendar projects.
Imagine if there were no cameras
Imagine if there were no cameras. I think life is more interesting now that we have. The link will show you:
41 Incredible Photos That Show What Parenting Is Like In The Wilderness
Imagine if there were no cameras…
http://m.atchuup.com/wild-animals-and-their-youngs/
😊 Pelle
On a photographers mind 