Lennart visits Bohuslän

Another ad starring Lennart went live the other day. This time, Lennart visits beautiful Grebbestad in Bohuslän along Sweden’s southwest coastline. Produced for the Tourism Board of Western Sweden.

Random Sushi

Random Sushi

I don’t remember where or when I shot this. Could have been in Malmö a few weeks ago. I pretty much always take a photo of my sushi meals, regardless really of whether or not they were tasty or nicely presented. It’s maniacal, I know. Have been putting off watching the documentary Seaspiracy for a while. Not sure I want to see it before lab-grown fish is readily available…


Clarion Hotel Malmö Live

A teaser ad for a new rooftop bar opening in August 2021. Shot in less than an hour last week for friends/clients at Clarion Hotel Malmö Live in Malmö. A huge thanks for helping out goes to my buddies and Extras Michael Poe and Giedre Gaizauskaite Poe.

The Wall

The Wall

Love this wall. Shot somewhere in Malmö. The hues, patina, and texture give me goosebumps. Creatively speaking.

New Book Project

New Book Project

Don’t want to disclose much at this time, but I was just recently commissioned to produce a new book about a most interesting artists’ colony here in southern Sweden. This is one of the first images captured for this project, shot earlier today.


Timelapse Göteborg

This is timelapse from Göteborg shows the view our hotel room in Göteborg provided during our 22-hour visit from Thursday the 3rd of June to Friday the 4th. We were in our old hometown to celebrate the graduation of our friend’s daughter, but also to spend some time with Elle. I even got a chance to hang out with Lars for a few hours. The weather was spectacular, just as when Elle graduated in Malmö in 2019.

Return to Normalcy II

Illustrating Poems: Return to Normalcy II

For a while now, I’ve been illustrating poems. Not my own poems, though. I haven’t written one since my English teacher, Mr. Greenspan, gave me and my fellow seventh grade classmates an assignment to create a collection of sonnets, haikus, and limericks during the spring semester of 1977.

Several family members on my father’s side write poetry, but only one, Paul Raboff, is a Poet. Interestingly, there’s not much creativity on my mother’s side of the family. I’ve heard that at some stage in her life, my mother was decent at drawing.

Illustrating poetry is an inspiring challenge. It’s also a process with a fairly steep learning curve. While creating a new piece for my Resurfaced series takes time, by trying to decipher the soul of a poem, I am provided with helpful clues and/or guidance in my choices of color, composition, and cohesiveness. The above work is called, “Return to Normalcy II”


Watering in SloMo

While watering the garden last night, I asked Charlotte to capture a few seconds of me in slow motion. I’ve been planning a longer watering video for about a year, but just haven’t gotten around to it. So, see this as a teaser.


Mother’s Day

Today is Mother’s Day here in Sweden, so this is my mother four years before I was born on a game show hosted by none other than comedian Groucho Marx.

I can’t remember any part of my childhood or have any recollection of my mother that would make her worthy of celebrating today. Which is sad on several levels.

Truth be told, I would have loved to love and be loved by her. And even if I know in my heart of hearts that my mother loved me, at least instinctively, as most mothers love their offspring (regardless of species), my memories of our relationship are to this very day so painful that I can only imagine such love and not feel it where it counts.

My mother’s mother, on the other hand, my grandmother Agnes (Elle’s namesake), was an amazing woman and incredibly impactful during my early, formative years while I was visiting her and grandfather Eskil in Agnes AnderssonTrollhättan, Sweden. So, it’s her and Charlotte, who is also an amazing mother, that I’ll celebrate today.

Frederick M. NicholasAnother reason to celebrate this day is that my father’s old buddy and friend of the family, Fred Nicholas, turns an astonishingly impressive 101 today. He’s celebrating with his family in Los Angeles and if it hadn’t been for this prolonged pandemic, we’d be there too.

Visit to Bohuslän – Grebbestad

Visit to Bohuslän – Grebbestad

Shot this last weekend during an evening walk around the harbor of the coastal town of Grebbestad in southwestern Sweden. I was intrigued by the half dozen or so trawlers and commercial fishing vessels across the bay from where the leisure boats were anchored. I don’t know why, but there’s something inspiring about fishing boats and the whole fisherman scene.

mRNA by Pfizer

mRNA by Pfizer

Last night, ahead of our allocated time slots, Charlotte and I got our Pfizer/Biontechs mRNA-vaccine shots. The process was as smooth as the jabs were painless. Incidentally, the vaccine location was at an old military (Swedish airforce) base.

I don’t see how this vaccination should be treated any differently than other viral diseases I’ve been inoculated against in the past. The fact that it took a considerably shorter time to develop isn’t a miracle. It’s quintessentially a combo of new technology (mRNA), more resources for larger/faster trials and less bureaucracy

The next jab is July 7.

Fired unceremoniously by the New York Times for a stupid comment he made on a field trip, one of my favorite reporters, Donald G. McNeil Jr., has a really thoughtful and insightful take about the reality of this pandemic over at his new home on Medium.

 
 

Family Activities in Ängelholm

Here’s a short film produced for Ängelholm Näringsliv AB to showcase just a few of all the activities available for families visiting the city and its beautiful surroundings. Produced last fall but published now as part of the company’s spring marketing mix. Of the five films I was commissioned to create, this is my favorite.


Meanwhile in Vejbystrand

Well, dear reader, it’s been about a week since my last post. What can I say? I’ve been busy. Busy with a bunch of stuff, like editing this short film about life here in beautiful Vejbystrand.

I shot most of the footage during the pandemic, but some scenes are from a while before this mess started.

Like with writing, editing film is about reduction. Trimming, cropping, shaping. Boiling down a story to the most essential, the nitty-gritty you want to say or show. I enjoy the process, but it takes time and patience. At some point you just have to let go and allow your work to breathe and live on its own, i.e. share it publicly. Like here.

Gas Station

Filling Station

Another installment in my Resurfaced series. This “readymade” was shot at a gas station somewhere. Speaking of which, here’s a collection of what was called a “filling station” when I was a kid.


Jaco and Weather Report

Remember Jaco Pastorius? I’ve been a fan of the band Weather Report for decades. So, when an old buddy sent a link to this live concert earlier today, I was once again reminded of how awesome their live gigs were. The venue is the Montreux Jazz Festival 1976, where I, incidentally, seven years later in 1983, stood below the very same stage where Jaco Pastorius played his seductively reductive baselines, listening to the then-popular bands Musical Youth and King Sunny Ade.


Birds at Sjömantorp

Earlier this year, we bought a bird feeder and a big batch of sunflower seeds to fill it with. Before it arrived and during much of the cold winter, I hand-fed our two most persistent blackbirds, BBOne and BBTwo every day. It got to the point that BBOne got so comfortable with my company, that he on a few occasions even walked in through our front door and ventured all the way to the living room carpet. Haven’t seen him in a while, though. Perhaps he’s started a family. I hope so.

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to capture a few moments of the birds that frequent the feeder. Here they are. No idea what kind of birds they are, however. More of my birds can be found here.

Covid 19 Protective Mask

To Mask or Unmask

I found this mask lying on the ground during one of last week’s walks. I wondered if it had been dropped by mistake or discarded purposely.

Some people seem to be so fed up with the pandemic that they embrace all kinds of conspiracy theories. Whether or not they believe in the science, those folks need to ask themselves the singular question; in what way are the immunologists, virologists, and other healthcare professionals profiting from keeping the pandemic “alive”?

I can totally see how “big pharma” would want us all to get inoculated from the coronavirus, preferably encouraging everyone to have a booster dose injected every year. That makes perfect business sense.

I can appreciate all the sacrifices so many billions of people have to make even though “only” 10% of the population gets seriously ill. But how could we possibly accept this cynical stance and just keep on going as if those that got sick didn’t matter – just as long it didn’t affect our daily lives?

I think many of those subscribing to the various conspiracy theories about the virus are just about as lost and tired as the above-used mask.

walking shoes

Made For Walking

As can clearly be seen, these shoes are made for walking. I found the above old scuffed Clark’s a few weeks ago and remembered how wonderful it was to walk in them. I don’t have a difficult time finding comfortable shoes. My feet are still relatively easy to please, despite recent bouts with arthritic pain.

Many years ago, I had a pair of Sebago Docksides that I’d worn throughout travels across South East Asia. At some point, I decided to leave them in a place I often stayed at when in Bangkok, the C & C Guest House in the Banglampoo district near Chao Phraya River, not too far from Khao San Road.

One of the owners, a sweet lady named Nit, promised to store my old shoes until the next time I returned. I never made it back to the new C & C before they closed (the old one burned down after a fire that killed several staff and guests), but a Swedish friend of mine did and brought my tired old Docksides back to me in Sweden. Eventually, I integrated them into a sculpture at art school in Visby, Gotland sometime in 1992.

I tend to stick to a few choice shoe brands; Red Wing, Clark’s, Salomon, and Nike. I wonder how many pairs of shoes I’ve gone through in the course of my lifetime? Two pairs a year would mean I’ve walked in a bit over 100 pairs of shoes so far. That’s a lot of shoes and a lot of mileage.

machine learning

Machine Learning

Machine Learning is both fascinating and frightening. From what I understand, it’s quintessentially a subset of artificial intelligence and a method of data analysis that automates analytical model building via dynamic algorithms.

According to Wikipedia, Machine Learning (ML) can be used for a bunch of stuff, including software design, medical diagnostics, autonomous vehicles, and streaming services. While a traditional software program is limited by the inherent rigidity of a finite amount of program code, a computer equipped with machine learning software can educate itself from exposure to new data and new experiences.

It seems likely that ultimately, humans will become redundant when conceiving software of the future – and eventually, thru machine learning, computers will be designing and manufacturing hardware as well. Automatically.

We humans have been possessed with automation for centuries. I am curious about where all this automation will eventually lead us as a species?

I saw these anachronistic circuit breakers, switches, and utility boxes yesterday while walking around the old industrial area called Västra Hamnen in Malmö. The evidence of the area’s manufacturing past is slowly being removed, replaced, distanced. I get it.

My first studio in Malmö was in the vicinity of the above wall, on Neptunigatan.

A few years ago, I suggested to the Danish women in charge of the development of the new neighborhood, aka Varvstaden, that a small museum be established to provide locals and visitors alike with at least some clues of the city’s industrial past where cargo ships, trains, submarines, and wind turbines were built, mostly by hand.

Pink Moon

Pink Super Moon

Shot this pink super moon yesterday morning just before 5:00 a.m. Charlotte was standing in front of the bedroom window to take a photo. I got up too and instantly knew that I’d have to capture the pink super moon with a much bigger lens than what my three-year-old phone provides. I took about a half dozen handheld at ISO 800/250/s at f4,5 and this was one of the keepers.