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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Shot during one of Chef Frida Nilsson’s preparations for the exhibit’s delicious culinary offerings. She slow cooked lamb, cabbage and grilled a whole bunch of other tasty treats in the Weber grill.
Frida Nilsson, one of Sweden’s most respected chefs, and Jeppe Appelin, a wine connoisseur and owner of one of Skåne’s boutique wineries and myself have joined forces this Easter weekend and produced an event focused on; fine food, fine wine and fine art photography. The exhibit is in the small seaside village of Vejbystrand (about an hour north of Malmö) at Jeppe’s cozy wine tasting local and right beside his small vineyard at Vejby Vingård.
From the winery, Vejby Vingård yesterday, Easter Friday. Possibly a hundred visitors, four out of ten of my large images sold so far and about two dozen of my smaller photos. We also had 23 guests for a spectacularly popular dinner.
After years of hiring drone pilots and watching a few of them crash their aircrafts – and my cameras – to smithereens, I was understandably apprehensive about buying one of my own.
But as leaps in technological advancments in this category (obstacle avoidance, battery life, ease of use) trickled down to the smaller, more reasonably priced drones, I started taking serious notice. And about a month ago, I took the plunge and bought one.
It’s still surprisingly cumbersome to get the controller, the mandatory phone app and the drone itself all configured, updated and connected to each other. Keep in mind, I’m a Mac user, so the tinkering most PC/Android users are adapted to is foreign territory for me. I’m used to things working more or less straight out of the box without having to go through a bunch of reverse engineering just to figure out how to get it all to work. Like a computer, a drone is a tool. And if the tool is too hard to understand how to use, I’ll just find some other way to get the job done. Fortunately for those of us with limited patience and technical savviness, there are dozens upon dozens of tutorials available on Youtube. Some are genuinely pedagogical, too.
Once past the initial stage of frustration whilst trying to get the hardware and software to rock n roll, the flying while filming and shooting stills is fairly straightforward. I’m getting the hang of it now and letting go of my previous distrust issues – so that I can focus on the drone as a creative tool to allow me to get unique perspectives.
What I like best about the flying experience? Possibly using the “Home” button so that the drone flies exactly back to where it took off from – with out any involvement on my part.