Tango Dancers

From last night at Scaniaplatsen here in Västra Hamnen where dozens of summer clad Tango dancers swung each other around rhythmically accompanied by another gorgeous sunset. We been enjoying outstanding weather for few weeks now and the forecast for the beginning of June looks promising.

While wading hip deep through a tsunami of emails from companies desperately trying to amend their future judicial liabilities to accommodate new requirements covering storage of customers and clients personal information before GDPR goes live today, I’m actually in the final stages of editing four short videos for a client. And this morning, I actually have a gig for a commercial. Not as a director or DP, though. I’ve been hired as an “actor”. As far as I can remember, I haven’t been in front of the camera since my days as a stand-in and extra on the sets of popular televsion shows, Moonlighting, Cagney & Lacey and Hunter. Yes, I’m a little psyched!


Sunny side of Västra Hamnen

Shot this calm sunny side of Västra Hamnen earlier this morning from the bank of a small manmade island called Saltimporten in Malmö harbor. I used this exact spot when I hired a drone pilot for the cover shoot of the book, Västra Hamnen 2014 and I’ve had an urge to return ever since buying my own a while back. It’s a bit tricky to get the right angle to capture the reflections of both the little lighthouse and buildings along the waterfront. The Mavic’s camera gimbal has been a bit finicky recently for some reason, so it takes some fiddeling before I found the sweetspot.

According to the photo’s EXIF data, it was shot at 1/800sec at f2,8 and ISO 106.


Österlen

For a bit more than 20 years, Charlotte and I have made excursions during the spring to Österlen, the beautiful agricultural region on Sweden’s south-east coast. Spring is the ultimate time of year for visits to Österlen. Most places are open on weekends and the hordes of tourists from Stockholm are thankfully nowhere to be seen.

It’s bit more remote than say, Vejbystrand on the opposite side of the country – and considerably further when driving to and from Malmö. But the extra road time is worth it nonetheless. Especially this time of year when the canola fields are in bloom and the air is clear and skies are blue.

I got a few shots from the ground and even more from above with the drone. Will eventually edit together a few of those clips.

Regardless really of the perspective, I think the yellow rapeseed fields offer a most hypnotic sight. And for the first time ever, I noticed that the flowers give off a really seductively intense fragrance. Almost too intense, for me.

This visit to Österlen, we spent the night at a cute, rural hotel called Karnelunds Krog & Rum in the tiny village of Ginslöv – not far from Brantevik and Skillinge, if you you’re familiar with that neck of the woods..

We enjoyed both excellent food, drink and the kind of personal service that we had heard they provide there. Österlen is often a bit of a hit and miss destination as far as service and food. Roughly 50% of the time we enjoy an awesome experience. The other half is filled with regret for picking the wrong place. Still, the region’s sheer beauty can’t be wronged.

Charlotte and I have over the years imagined ourselves owning and running a small hotel like Karnelunds one day. I doubt it will ever happen, but if it does, I’d like to have the same enthusiasm and positive engagement as our host, Janne did.

Turned out that Janne and I had actually worked at the same hotel in Göteborg, many, many years ago. Me in the bar and he in one of the hotel’s three restaurants. Our paths never crossed back then, at least as far as our memories would allow us to recall. But it was fun reminiscing about the wild n’ crazy 1980s and 90s working in the restaurant and hotel industry.

We ate super tasty, vegetarian, sour dough pizzas at Örum 119 before heading back home to Malmö with thankfully very light traffic most of the way.

I took this shot yesterday afternoon with the Leica Q in macro mode at f8 and 1/500sec near the Baltic Sea.


Sweden’s Sommelier 2017

Longtime friend/creative collaborator and Swedish Sommelier 2017, Erik Schneider and I spent an hour yesterday afternoon in the beautifully bright yellow canola fields outside of Malmö. Shot on the Sony A7III with the 18mm and 85mm. Aerial shots courtesy of the Mavic.


Chat with Restauranteur

This is from a casual chat I had with our neighborhood’s newest restauranteur, Eduardo Mondolfi of the Italian eatery, V.E.S.P.A. G.R.A.N.D.E.. I feel confident that Eduardo and his team will add both substantial culinary and atmospheric value to Västra Hamnen in a way that either of the previous owners of the restaurant were capable of

Aside from the drone footage somewhere in the midle of the segment, everything else in the intervju was shot on the new Sony A7III using just two prime lenses; a Zeiss 85mm (f1.8) and the Zeiss 18mm (f2.8) and recorded with a lavelier microphone wired to a Zoom H6. All edited in Final Cut Pro X.


Turtles on Seychelles

Met these creepy dudes on the Seychelles last summer. Not sure if they’re tortoises or turtles. Seem to have missed that class (too) in Biology… I can, however, assure that those I met during our ten day stay were surprisingly curious and relatively harmless. As slow as they were, though, if you got too close to their snappy snout whilst feeding them with some leaves, you might risk losing a finger or two. Lots of pressure but no teeth required.

At some point as a child, I had a few baby turtles in a shoebox. I don’t remember how I got them or whatever happened to them. But I suspect they’d managed to tip the lid of the cardboard box under my bed and climb onto our carpet, venture into the dining room and there attract the attention and killer instinct of our otherwise sleepy house cat, Cesar.

Shot with at 24mm with a Canon 5Ds and the ultimate small zoom, 24-70 f2,8L.


Malmö Live at 100m
Malmö Live from about 100 meters. Still fascinated and impressed by how today’s drone technology allows me to with relative ease capture totally new and exhilarating perspectives.
Each time I hit the “Home” button on the RC unit, I feel increasingly confident that my little capable quadcopter will actually find its way back to a safe landing by using the GPS coordinates it registered during takeoff. That alone boggles the mind and makes we wonder about how far, far ahead and advanced drone tech is within military surveillance and national security use cases…

Sunset Season

After several gorgeous evenings without much wind, I feel comfortable proclaiming that were now ostensibly in the sunset season. At least here in Sweden, where the sun has been so rare for the past six months and like after most winters, we’d almost given up hope about ever seeing it again. Once again, everything is forgiven. Especially on evenings like tonight’s where those distinct Scandinavian hues show up as an incredible gradient covering the deepest to the lightest of blues.

Shot this with the Canon 5Ds and a Sigma 8-16mm with a 5 second exposure at fstop14 and ISO 100.


Bamboo Yoga Retreat

From my recent visit to India to shoot a promotional video for the award-winning Bamboo Yoga Retreat as well as an editorial version for Airline Staff Rates.

The filming process was fairly straightforward and it was a real pleasure working with the retreat’s staff and management. The story concept was to follow Myria, one of the resident yoga instructor’s and a former model from Hamburg, as she enjoyed a day and an evening at Bamboo Yoga Retreat.

As usual, an eclectic range of gear was involved in the shoot – most notably the new Sony A7III and Gopro Hero 6. I opted to not bring the drone to India after reading about hefty fines and even risk of incarceration. So, the initial drone footage was captured by a local fellow with a DJI Spark.

What isn’t immediately apparent in the video is how incredibly hot it was. The monsoon season had arrived a little early and during midday, the temperature nudged 35C. Which is fine if you’re snoozing underneath a parasol. Only late at night did it cool off a bit. I suppose it’s fortunate that the intense heat and humidity in Asia eludes me in between these gigs…


Vackra Smycken

Charlotte has just launched a brand new range of earrings, bracelets, necklaces and rings at her shop over at Vackra Smycken (which literally means beautiful jewelry in Swedish). Not that I know much about jewlery, but there are several pieces in Charlotte’s new batch that are just absolutley beautiful works of art. Check out the shop here.

I’ve shot most of the range with the Canon 5Ds in a small, foldable product tent and natural light with longish exposures of up to 2 seconds at f11 with the Canon L prime 35mm.

Shooting jewelry is hard. The photographers that work solely in the genre, probably spend more time tweaking and polishing their images in post production than they do shooting the objects.


Malmö

Malmö. I shot the scene yesterday through a wireless remote control unit that connected me to the lens of a really, really small camera hovering steadily about 105 meters straight above me.

The live view over Malmö was spectacular and I used up most of the juice in my drone’s battery to compose an image that felt just right. Aside from the gorgeous light and beautiful green spring hues, the photo encapsulates three of my favorite landmarks; Malmö Castle (where Elle and I spent many, many weekends when she was a toddler), the skyscraper Kronprinsen (that arguably has almost boringly simplistic architectural design that would hardly be noteworthy in a city like New York, but is unique here in Malmö and therefor interesting) and the magnificent Öresund Bridge (which thankfully makes leaving from and arriving back to Malmö so much easier). More images from Malmö here.


Measuring Distance

After years of running with the Nike+ app, I’ve only just recently started keeping track of my walking activity. I suppose it’s the fact that measuring distance and elevation has become so effortless and is so handily available within Apple’s default Health app

Photographing and filming whilst trekking up and down the often steep hills of Lisbon turned out to generate a respectable amount of clicks (km) and consequently, a weekend of healthy cardio vascular focused exercise. Which in turned made enjoying a cold beer or two after each day an almost guilt-free experience.

The Leica Q isn’t exactly lightweight – physically or figuratively speaking – but not lugging around a bulky backpack with a DSLR body and a couple of lenses and a tripod, continues to feel liberating. Especially when I saw so many schlepping around a bunch of heavy gear.


Stairway to Heaven

Shot yesterday during a 8k walk around Lisbon.

For Charlotte. one of the main missions with our visit is to visit newly opened hotels to make a first hand assessment of if they live up to the self-proclaimed hype. Of the half dozen we’ve visited so far, both VERRIDE –  PALÁCIO SANTA CATARINA and The Independente Suites & Terrace could really back up all the superlatives, and then some.

The stairway above leads to a rooftop terrace with a bar, a pool and a 360 degree view of the Portuguese capital.

I’m starting to appreciate the minimalist approach for how interior designers, decorators and architects are pushing the envelope and redefining the whole industry – starting with how a hotel lobby can look like and function. At least insofar that the approach doesn’t ensue too much confusion and chaos during checkin and checkout.


Back in Lisbon

It’s just over three years since my last visit to Lisbon Portugal. Interestingly, there’s something indefinably pleasant about this city. For a European capital, it’s  relatively small with only about a half a million people living within the immediate city limits. Maybe that’s it. Lisbon doesn’t seem dauntingly large or difficult to navigate. It’s walk-able.

I  remember from my last visit that Lisbon has a whole lot of charm. Like the cute, narrow red or yellow trams that climb up and down the steep, winding cobblestone streets. And all the beautiful buildings decorated with colorful, patterned tiles that I seem not to be able to get enough photographs of.

After getting installed in the apartment, we walked over to Pois, one of Lisbon’s popular, laid-back, shabby chic café with great ambiance and an almost perfect Greek salad. Only almost perfect? Well, in my book, serving small, tasteless black olives instead of juicy Kalamatas, disqualifies it from  being called a Greek salad. However, the feta cheese and sour dough bread were both luscious and succulent.
The sun has been shining off and on since we arrived. It’s warm, but not hot. Perfect weather for a weekend of exploration.


Peter Madsen and the Drone

On my way to pick up a package from Amazon earlier tonight, I took the Mavic with me for a short photo flight to see if I could capture the amazing sunset over Denmark. It had rained for most of the day, so when the sun came out, I felt compeelted to get out and see if I couldn’t somehow get a good evening shot to share on my popular Facdbook group, I Love Västra Hamnen. An image that would work for an apt headline like, Peter Madsen and the Drone. But boy, was it a wind blown drone I had to navigate!

I was actually a little freaked out at 110 meters height as the powerful gusts of wind up there were occasionally throwing the little quadcopter across the sky and way off my course. But after self-correcting, I didn’t have much trouble getting a few shots.

The Peter Madsen trial ended today. At least until we know if the appeal goes through to a higher court. I don’t think the prosecution team will be celebrating tonight. Neither will the family and friends of Kim Wall. In a criminal case like this, where the perpetrator of such horrendous crimes has been thoroughly tried and then found guilty on all or at least most accounts, there’s only really cause to appreciate the judicial justification. I was hoping until the very end that Madsen would confess – if for no other reason than to at least attempt to alleviate the pressure from the guilt that must dwell somewhere deep in his conscious. As it turns out, the man’s mind and emotional being is distorted beyond what is measurable.

Today started with a cold, windy rain. It ended, thankfully, with a beautiful sunset over Copenhagen. I couldn’t help but see the poetic symbolism of the sun over Denmark forcing the dark, surrounding clouds to recede and make way for the light.


Intro for Yogi Jenn Russell

Here’s an intro for yogi Jenn Russell who is one of Bamboo Yoga Retreat’s resident yoga and meditation teachers. She’s not only an inspiring instructor, Jenn’s also a successful businesswoman whom designs and produces retreats all over the world.

The above intro for Jenn’s forthcoming YouTube channel was shot with the Sony A7III one late afternoon on Agonda Beach in South Goa – only a day or so before she was to fly off to yet another one of her popular retreats – somewhere on the Indonesian island of Bali. Check out her elaborate website here.

 


Air India Executive Class

Back in Malmö again after a rare ride in Air India’s Executive Class on a 787 Boeing Dreamliner from New Delhi. What I think most folks don’t know about traveling in business is the slew of perks that precede the comfy flight itself.

Once I’d paid for the upgrade at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, (at a reasonable cost of $550), I was Fast Tracked through Passport and Immigration Control and then sailed through Security without the slightest hitch. Because I have so much camera equipment in my carryon, I’m usually the guy that gets pulled over and has every pocket, zipper and pouch checked down to the last seam. Not so this time. The abundantly decorated uniformed security dude sitting at the monitor didn’t even look twice as my Think Tank roller passed through the x-ray machine on the conveyer belt. Considring the world’s current political situation, I was kinda disappointed that my bags (and others) weren’t more thoroughly checked. That said, I don’t know much about airport security and just hope one day, it’ll once again become a smoother process.

Through the hoops with flying colors 

Once I’d jumped through the aforementioned tedious hoops, it was upwards and onwards towards the Premium Lounge where an abundance of snacks, sumptuous Indian dishes and a plethora of aptly chilled adult beverages awaited.

As boarding time neared, I headed to the gate at the far end the terminal. Half way there, I flagged down one of those white electric cars that whisk about most large airports and enjoyed a comfortable ride to the aircraft.

While the hundred or so economy passengers stood patiently (and anxiously) in line to begin their journey to Copenhagen, I was gently ushered through the gate and onto the plane where two smiling and colorfully dressed fight attendants greeted and guided me to my plush Executive Class armchair. Oh, by the way, if you haven’t already deducted as much, Executive Class is Air India’s Business Class.

Old 747 vs New 787

I once flew in Executive Class on a Brittish Airlines 747 flight from Heathrow to San Diego and remember how wonderful it was to be able to adjust my chair to an almost 75% reclining position. Well, on this relatively new Boeing Dreamliner, the seat could not only be fully stretched out to accommodate my entire length (178cm), in an upright position, I also had the option of turning it into a massage chair!

I’m fascinated – in a nerdy kind of way – by the underlying technology that goes into designing airline seats. Especially those in First and Executive Class.

After take-off, the few of us in the Executive Class cabin were served a choice of meals. Now, most folks consider airplane food to to be just barely editable. For the last five or six years, Charlotte has always pre-ordered vegetarian food and we usually enjoy every high altitude meal served. And Air India’s Executive Class service was definitely one of the best so far.

After dinner, I spent about an hour working on the yoga film and then slept horizontally for about four hours. As we flew over the Öresund Bridge and headed for landing at Kastrup International, I looked around the Executive Class cabin and once again promised myself to never fly coach again.


Bananas & Street Photography

Street photography of my banana dealer at the local market in Chaudi, some twenty minutes or so from Agenda Beach in south Goa. What you don’t see or feel from the picture is the heat. Sauna level heat.

It’s the start of the monsoon season in South East Asia and unlike most westerners visiting India this time of year, the savvy locals dress loosely, keep relatively still and don’t seem to be nearly as discomforted by the humidity.

I remember adopting the same slow-paced mode when we were living on Koh Samui back in 2006. And a few years ago, during our prolonged stay in Bangkok, I would inevitably pace myself whilst moving outdoors. Especially in situations where there was little shade or even worse, no way to escape the scorching sun.

Truth be told, I had to negotiate with the woman above for her to agree to let me take a few street photography portraits. I paid a small premium for the batch of bananas and she posed for me. I tried to get her to smile, but apparently, that was not part of our contract.

This street photography shot was taken with the Zeiss 85mm at f1,8 and ISO 400 using the new Sony a7III. After importing the image to Lightroom Classic, I converted it to black and white using SilverFX and made just a few minor adjustments to brightness and contrast before exporting it to Photoshop CC where a few more tweaks were made. I’m one of those photographers that doesn’t like using higher ISOs. But ISO 400 looks really, really great.

Grandma Agnes’s eyes

Often when I photograph older women and particularly with the above shot, I am reminded of my maternal grandmother, Agnes Andersson, a farmer’s wife and mother of four who lived most of her life on the outskirts of a small city called Trollhättan in Sweden.

Agnes projected so much of her soul through here eyes. And I want to remember her look as being both serious and mild – yet never contemptuous or distrustful.

Like my banana dealer, Agnes’ eyes had seen and recorded a lifetime of happiness, sadness and tragedy. Of her four daughters, Solveig (my mother), Elvy, Lillian and Lillemor, only one remains alive today. At least as far as I know. An adopted son passed away just a couple of months ago.

As I look at the market woman, I wonder what her life has been like. Whats stories would she choose to share with me. What universal wisdoms would she convey – if we could connect and speak in a common tongue.

Street Photography vs Landscapes

I think there’s a level of surmountable anxiety involved in street photography. I thoroughly enjoy the genre, but don’t always feel up to the ineludable invasion of privacy associated with it. A prerequisite for taking “honest” portraits, regardless of where they are shot, is connecting with your subject on some level. There needs to be a mutual agreement that there are – if not objective, than at least honest intentions at hand.

It happens once in a while, but I rarely pay my subjects in any tangible currency. Instead, I either spend a few minutes with them and then, when the time feels right, ask for a short portrait session. Or, in more sporadic situations, where there is limited time to capture a unique yet fleeing moment or situation, I’ll flip on a huge American smile and nod intently their way – as if to coerce them into letting me take just a few quick shots. I’d say both methods work equally well. I’ve been rejected hundreds of times, but only once do I remember feeling a little threatened and being chased away by a woman that misinterpreted my nodding as an agreement of something entirely different.

Interestingly, of all my photographs, the ones of locals in their natural environments provide me with the fastest path to recollecting a particular trip. Using some fuzzy logic, I would then argue that the connections I make with my subjects help create a more vibrant neural path to my personal cloud storage facility – located a few centimeters behind my eyes – then say, a landscape or architectural image.

Map to Chaudi


Buffalo of South Goa

From the hillside farms of southern Goa where I spent some time around the small rice fields and buffalo grazing grounds a few days ago. Hotter than hell, but beautiful, too. When I look at farm animals these days, I often feel a level of concern rise with in me about their well-being and if their treated respectively.


Thoughts on Sony A7III

I’ve been a Canon photographer for close to two decades. I was an early adopter of digital imagery and saw the potential with the underlying technology. In my mind, there was just no looking back. Digital photography was going to take over. Way back in 2002, I had one of Canon’s first fully digital SLR camera DSLR bodies, the 6.3 megapixel EOS D60. Today, compared with the new Sony A7III, my first Canon seems almost ancient. Before the Canon, I had primarily been a Minolta shooter, starting with their 100 series in the early 1980s.

Adding the new Sony A7III to my gear box

I currently shoot commercially with one of Canon’s top-of-the-line camera bodies, the 50 megapixel, medium format-wannabe, Canon EOS 5Ds, together with a meaningful range of the company’s professional L series lenses. Over the years, in between the D60 and 5Ds, I’ve owned a half dozen pro level Canon cameras, including the workhorses, Canon 1Ds Mk III and 5DMk III.

Today, for travel, I’m perfectly content with the full frame Leica Q I bought last year. It’s fixed 28 mm lens, and though basic, adequate feature set, fits most of my needs splendidly. It shoots decent video, though unfortunately not at 4k.

After selling my previous video camera, Canon’s C100Mk II, last year, I’ve been yearning for a replacement that would add excellent quality, flexibility and mobility – with emphasis on the latter. A seemingly utopian camera.

Honestly, up until just a few months ago, I’d never even considered Sony as candidate when musing about my »dream camera«. I was just too mentally invested in Canon yet frustrated that they refused to listen to their pro customers demand for more versatile camera with relevant features for those of us that had ventured into the wold of motion pictures.

First of all, I desperately wanted to keep enjoying the cinematic look and color reproduction I enjoyed my Canon lenses provide so wonderfully. Especially those beautiful skin tones and gorgeous bokeh I loved from the Canon 135mm f2 or Canon 35mm f1.4.

Secondly, I didn’t want to be forced into an additional brand’s eco-system. Canon and Leica are already very far apart insofar that each company has their own distinctive operating system as well as approach to things like color rendition and user experience (UX).

A few months ago, I happened to hear about the announcement of the Sony A7III. And since the leading third party lens adapter company Metabones had just come out with a new version of their Canon EF adapter which would allow me to use my L lenses without losing too many crucial features, or, more importantly, image quality, I started researching the camera – primarily by watching dozens of the overwhelmingly positive reviews about the Sony A7III on Youtube.

Though it’s been with me here in India, the Metabones adapter or either of the two Canon lenes I brought with me have left my camera bag.

The new Sony A7III, on the other hand, I’ve been using on a daily basis, testing it, checking out some of the umpteen available settings and numerous options. I needed to get a feel for the praised AF performance and overall handling to assess if it really can become my go-to video camera.

I bought the camera just a few days before I left Europe, together with two new lenses, a Sony E-mount Zeiss 18mm f2.8 and a Zeiss 85mm f1.4. I figured that if I also packed my Canon 35mm f1.4 and Canon 135mm f2.0, I’d be more than covered for most situations.

During the ten days I’ve been here, I’ve transitioned from skeptical to optimistic and finally to enthusiastic about the Sony A7III.

It turns out that the camera delivers astonishingly beautiful footage and stills – regardless of what I throw at it, including filming in near darkness, erratically moving subjects, or, even really harsh mid-day sunlight.

The auto focus is superbly adjustable (from slow to lightning fast), focus lock is fully reliable (locks on and focus tracks the subject in any direction) and the 5-axis stabilization means handheld shooting and filming is actually a usable feature. The battery life is phenomenal, the touch screen is very useful for tapping and locking focus and using the internal microphone is good enough to record reference audio (to use later when syncing with higher resolution audio recordings).

Werner, oh Werner!

Legendary German filmmaker Werner Herzog once said something to the tune of that he never lets his camera equipment get in the way of creating movies. I can’t find the exact quote, but the essence is nevertheless something I always think about. As long as your story is worthy of watching and your camera doesn’t thwart or obstruct the path you want to take the viewer on, even the simplest gear will suffice. The Sony A7III’s features and functions aren’t remotely simple to master, but once you do, the camera is genuinely uncomplicated to operate.

As film assignments by far outnumber my still photography engagements, a development or evolution I’m happy about and embrace, the Sony A7III is going to fit just nicely in my potpourri of creative tools.

It’s small enough, robust enough and competent enough to meet the technical requirements that allow me to work organically within my own artistic projects and also enable me to reach my clients goals and visions.

The shot above was taken with a two and a half year old iPhone 7.


Goa in a Tuk-Tuk

Here’s a short video from my adrenaline boosting tut-tuk adventure yesterday and today in the hills above Agonda Beach i south Goa, India. Shot using a DJI Osmo Mobile, a Gopro Hero 6, an iPhone 6s and an iPhone 7plus.


Easy Breakfast Sandwich

When it comes to food, I’m a reasonably easy fellow to please. An simple omelet, a few pieces of toast and a bowl of baked beans works just fine for breakfast. And a strong mug of coffee, of course.

And being that I have genes from two countries that eat almost anything on a single piece or in between two slices of bread, it’s no wonder I convert my breakfast ingredients into a sandwich of sorts without even thinking about it.

I’ve been eating extraordinarily healthy food whilst here in India. Especially during filming and after yoga classes. Aside maybe for the last couple of breakfasts in Agonda where I’m still enjoying local cuisine, but not eating as much raw veggies as I usually do.


Fresh Air with James Comey

I strongly recommend listening to former F.B.I. Director James Comey’s interview on NPR’s formidable Fresh Air. Mister Comey has written a book about key events leading to his falling out with President Trump and subsequent firing from the F.B.I.

As I’ve written in at least two previous posts, there is an ongoing norm shift taking place in the USA – noticeable now more than ever before – which is being sanctioned and spearheaded by the current president and his many buddies – many with dubious work ethic and often nefarious, self-serving intentions.

Norm shifts fueled by a kind of Darwinism

I see the current political events led by Trump as nothing less than a precursor to a seismic shift of long-lasting social norms with wide-reaching economical and environmental repercussions. We may be heading into a new era where sound moral guidance has been interchanged with an acceptance of the use of blatant lies by elected and appointed officials and an increase of corruption and nepotism. Though Venezuela instantly comes to mind, you could probably pick any country in South America right now as an example of what happens when all forms of checks and balances are tackled and benched. I think the trust in and soul of democracy is at stake. Hope I’m wrong.

The Fresh Air interview with James Comey is obviously self-serving as he’s on a promotional tour for his first book, A Higher Loyalty: Truth, Lies, And Leadership. But it’s still well-worth listening to as you’ll soon understand why Comey sees Trump more as a cheesy boss in “La Cosa Nostra” than someone morally fit to be the Commander in Chief of the United States of America. I couldn’t agree more.

 

Colorful India
Here are three kind shopkeepers I chitchat with during my walks along the village road.

After a belated and painfully chilly Scandinavian winter, where most folks wear thick, hefty jackets and coats, invariably in fifty shades of black, it’s been visually liberating to be in India where bright colors and elaborate patterns are celebrated and embraced.

I hired a tuk-tuk yesterday afternoon and the driver, Sunja, drove me up to the Goan hillside where we saw and shot several beautiful valleys with small rice paddies, grazing buffaloes, bats and all kinds of fruit trees – including a few with cashews (which I learned from Sunja are not at all a nut).

To compliment what I’ve already filmed at the retreat, I’m visiting a local fish market here in Agonda later today.


South Goa, India

Aside from a morning shoot on Thursday, all principle footage has been shot and I now have a couple of days before it’s time to head back to Europe. That said, as soon as I see something that I think could be interesting to include in the final edit, I almost instinctively whip out a camera and capture it. And here in colorful Goa, that means there’s a camera in my hand basically all of the time.