baked beans for breakfast

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 terry gross

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.

 
goa women

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.

goa cows

Chewing the Cud

Not exactly sure where they’ll fit in to the final video, but I got amazing footage of these beach beauties on Agonda Beach the other day. They just lay there, chewing, re-chewing and chewing some more cud, the regurgitated feed from a previous meal.

It’s close to three years since I chose to eat a pescatarian diet and I can’t see myself ever returning to my old ways of eating mammalian flesh again.

Filming in Asia

Back in India

It’s been a couple of years since my last film project here in India. There’s a whole bunch of reasons why I enjoy returning. I am really inspired by how colorfully both culture and religion are expressed here. And though not new to me, I still get a huge creative kick out of the chaos upon each return to almost any country in Asia.

As the Dreamliner flew in over Delhi, a thick, greenish layer of pollution engulfed the capital, I was reminded of what it was like in  L.A. during the mid 1970s, before emission regulations were in place and gas came in a lead-free version and got “cleaner”. Back when the joke, “what happens when the smog lifts from Los Angeles? UCLA” was relevant.

But down here in the south, the air is clear and the sun is mostly shining from a clear blue sky. It’s hot and humid, though. Which means filming takes place during early mornings and later afternoons. Which suits me just fine as that is also when the south Asian light is at it’s very flattering best.
david crawley vertical safety

Full House with David Crawley

Came across this poker themed portrait with vertical safety climber/mountaineer David Crawley shot in the old studio a few years ago. I have no idea why poker, but it might have something to do with the beautiful card table with green fllt that I borrowed from artist, Johan “Giovanni” Carlsten.


Budhas Kafferosteri

From Lycksele with lots of coffee love. I visited Budhas Kafferosteri, Budha and Katarina Johannsson’s cool café last fall for a story and learned among many things, how much more flavorful coffee is than, for example, wine. I spent about three hours shadowing Budha, watching him make coffee and listen to him talk enthusiastically with customers and tirelessly evangelize about the benefits of avoiding traditional, big brand coffees and atrocious brewing methods in favor of more mindful and taste enhancing ways to enjoy a more fulfilling sipping experience.


Tango!

During spring and summer, weather permitting, of course, enthusiastic tango dancers congegrate at Scaniaplatsen here in Västra Hamnen, Malmö.

Though I used to enjoy dancing back in the 1980s and 1990s, when working at or frequenting nightclubs was an integral part of my life, I haven’t been on a dance floor in ages. I’m sure I was blissfully unaware of just how awkward a dance partner I was back then and would probably not look much better today. That said, I still appreciate dance as an art form and enjoy watching folks do the tango, rumba, salsa and mambo.

Tre Amigos in Vejbystrand

Amigos in Vejbystrand

My easter exhibit with photos of some of my favorite places and scenes from the quaint, seaside village of Vejbystrand went spectacularly well. Not only did all of the larger prints sell out, an additional four orders were placed on Sunday, the show’s final day. Most importantly, the winery’s owner Jeppe, master chef Frida and I proved our point that Vejbystrand decidely deserves more attention than it currently enjoys. And with the huge turnout, locals and visitors alike proved they appreciated our event.

As our usual overnight cottage/converted barn is still inhospitable, impractical and unhygienic (mildew, rot) and in unquestionable need of either being torn down entirely or being gutted and rebuilt, Charlotte and I took the opportunity to experience the comfort and generous hospitality at Vejbystrand’s Vandrarhem/Hostel. Truly inspiring to see how the owners have transformed their ideas and passion into something that so many make use of and write rave reviews about. The place is so genuinely focused on making guests feel at home.

I’ve collected some of my favorite motifs from Vejbystrand here.