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Home on Wheels with a View
With age comes change. Sometimes it sneaks up and before you realize it, a shift in attitude has evolved. That’s kind of how I feel about campers and RVs. I’m warming up to the idea of the vehicle as a travel-living concept and the practicalities of modern iterations of it. The illustration above was created from an actual photograph of an abandoned camper on a beach in Greece. When I saw it standing there, just feet from the edge of the water, I was reminded of my visits to the Salton Sea in Southern California.
Canola Blooming
Took the train to Ängelholm yesterday afternoon and so many of the landscapes we passed along the way had blooming canola fields. I like this time of year here in the “deep south” with all these bright yellow flowers under a beautiful blue sky. It’s so surreal that just looking at them makes me feel hopeful.
Resurfaced: Copenhagen
I still feel refreshingly liberated when I can focus entirely on the Resurfaced project. This might sound a little weird for someone that doesn’t suffer from Compulsory Photography Syndrome. But since I do suffer from “CPS”, not taking shots of buildings, food, flowers, people, sunsets, and whatnot as they appear, is quite the challenge.
The above piece is from somewhere near Copenhagen’s Central Station (Københavns Hovedbanegård) where the sidewalk side of the capital’s urban environment is often wonderfully dilapidated and has a lovely patina.
Talat Noi
From my series of images from the fuming, greasy, and always interesting Talat Noi in Bangkok, Thailand. At some point, I intend to exhibit a selection of these images and film sequences that I’ve shot almost every time I’ve ever been there.
Cherry Trees in Stockholm
Short visit to Stockholm for the biannual Affordable Art Fair. On my way from the train station I walked through Kungsträdgården, a popular urban park where a few dozen cherry trees were in full bloom and photographed by hundreds of locals and tourists.
We have plenty of cherry trees in Skåne, but when I noticed that quite a few of those capturing the trees ephemeral splendor were from Asia, I was reminded of a visit to Tokyo during April many moons ago when the sakura trees were flowering.
Resurfaced: Walls of Kyiv
I keep returning to Kyiv and my resurfaced artifacts collected during my stay there. Many of which will likely be gone already and certainly by the time I return one day. The printed, handwritten notes would be interesting to know what they say.
Post Easter Sushi
After all the fat and salty salmon, wide varieties of pickled herring and all kinds of adult beverages we’ve ingested during the Easter holiday, I really wouldn’t mind a simple sushi meal. The above composition is from a dinner at a popular restaurant chain in Asia called Fuji. The food is pretty decent and though not visible here, Fuji makes a tempura shrimp dish that is surprisingly crisp, crunchy and delightfully tasty.
Resurfaced: Yellow Wall 42
Another recently discovered artifact from the yet-to-be-fully-sorted part of my Resurfaced archives from Eastern Europe. If you’ve not seen the growing collection of surfaces from across the continent, click here.
CHILLY STORA HULT
From earlier today along the beach. Back from a quick overnight visit to the country house in Stora Hult where a wintery wind chilled to the bone. The sun did provide an inkling of a delayed spring yet to arrive.
OLD & SOULFUL IN ALBANIA
Speaking of old & soulful in Albania…stumbled across this gorgeous entrance while in Tirana. Not sure, but those pompous staircases could mean the building was built way before the communist era. The crazy wiring reminded me of Bangkok and Hyderabad.
Speaking of Bangkok…I rewatched about half of the young Leonardo DiCaprio’s film The Beach a few nights ago. The scenes filmed in the Thai capital are surprisingly accurate to how I remember the very first time I checked into one of the many cheap guesthouses on Khao San Road. The wafer-thin walls of the room I slept in the noisy neighbors, the cockroaches, and the carefree lifestyle the then 25-year-old version of me led.
Cold War Bunker
I recently experienced something really unpleasant. In a narrow, steep alley, I met a man my age and his son who was maybe nine or ten years old. They were on their way up the alley and I was on my way down. At our inevitable meeting, the son suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground right in front of me. I automatically bent down and lifted the boy up and when he was standing on firm legs again, I gave him a pat on one shoulder to sort of telling him that everything was ok. Then I continued down the alley.
But everything wasn’t ok.
After a short while, I heard how the father became completely furious with his son. First, he yelled so loud that it echoed between the house walls and then he started hitting his son with several hard blows on his boy’s little back. The boy received his father’s anger in silence. At least to begin with. But the barely audible moaning soon turned into loud, heartbreaking screams. It was awful to listen to and I’m ashamed that I didn’t turn around and stop the father’s brutal beatings.
The other day I read an analysis of Putin’s transformation from a pious, well-meaning leader with the aim of uniting Mother Russia with Europe into an angry and bloodthirsty tyrant. Nowhere in the analysis was a word about his childhood or how his relationship with his father or mother was. As if it would not affect Putin later in life.
The image above is from the entrance to a mountain bunker that the paranoid, Albanian dictator Enver Hoxha had built in the 1970s for himself, his family, and the country’s leading politburo. while I was there, the abused boy I had met and all the abused children in the world, were there with me underground. More images from the bunker can be seen here.
Resurfaced: Tirana Block 11
A Resurfaced piece from the multilayered city of Tirana, the vibrant and soulful capital of what used to be one of Europe’s most closed countries, Albania.
THOUGHTS ON THE INVASION OF UKRAINE
Like most folks, I have thoughts on the invasion of Ukraine. When I saw the woman above heading down into a subway station in Kyiv last fall, I thought she looked tired or perhaps sad. In my limited experience of Eastern Europe, melancholy seems to be a default state of mind for people my age. Not exactly a doomsday mentality, but rather one of a far dialed down optimism. Maybe it’s just stoicism. After all, folks that have lived under the harsh, repressive edict of Communism, its bombastic propaganda, and a constant threat of a nuclear holocaust, are possibly always broken, somehow. Even decades after the tyranny was replaced with liberty, many still seem to carry a heavyweight upon their shoulders.
Melancholy.
I wonder where that woman is today. What are her thoughts, her worries? Has she fled? Is she living in a basement right now with her family around her, wondering when the Russians will invade Kyiv? It’s so hard for me to fathom what the Ukrainians are going through right now. And even harder to grasp how this will end.
Surrealistic.
How can this be allowed to be going on just a couple of countries away from Sweden?
At what point does the world collectively tell Putin that enough is enough? How much destruction and death before the EU and the US stop this tyrant? It’s 2022, have we not evolved beyond this tribal mentality. Apparently not.
I am both flabbergasted and somehow fascinated at how the Russian leader has used the threat of nuclear weapons to stifle a military response from the west. What if this war had taken place in Poland or Germany? What if Putin had decided that he wanted back some of the former DDR?
This leads me to the inevitable question, is Ukraine a sacrificial lamb? Obviously a sovereign European nation worthy of defending against an invader. But clearly not important enough for Nato to take the risk of an escalation that could lead to WWIII. How will the warlord Putin ever be satisfied? Is it only once the world agrees to his crazy-ass demands?
To me it seems as if the nuclear deterrent that kept the world shivering throughout the Cold War is now being used as Putin’s spearhead while he attempts to annex even more of Ukraine:
“Don’t mess with me or I’ll nuke you guys back to the fucking stone age”.
Morning Moon
This is what my view was this morning towards the Öresund Bridge with a beautiful, full moon over the body of water that lays between Denmark and Sweden. I don’t belive I’ve ever seen a warship pass by here and I sincerely hope I never will.
Resurfaced: Kiruna
I call this piece “Resurfaced Kiruna”. Unsurprisingly, Kiruna, one of the world’s most famous mining towns, supplied me with a really interesting artifact for the Resurfaced project. After many, many years, the town is now in the final stages of moving from its current position to a new location. So I seriously doubt that this piece will evolve much further than what it looks like today. Which I’m fine with as it is so rich with layers upon layers of information.
Resurfaced Kyiv
Here’s a Resurfaced artifact from Kyiv, Ukraine that I captured last October. Today, the very surface just might be gone, bombed, or burned. Or, perhaps it is covered with anti-war notices or pro-invasion, Russian propaganda. In any case, for what it’s worth, I’m hoping that Putin soon realizes what he’s doing and retracts his invasion forces.
If you’re reading this and live in Sweden, you can support the refugees of Ukraina by donating to “Sverige för UNHCR” via Swish: 123 90 01 645
Deep Under Kiirunavaara
From my visit to the sprawling iron ore mines at Luossavaara-Kiirunavaara in Swedish Lapland. Before the tour, I’d been meaning to experience the mine for almost 35 years, which is when I visited Kiruna for the very first time on my way to Riksgränsen. The mine tour offers a mindboggling experience, for sure. On any given day of the year, the mining company, state-owned LKAB, excavates enough iron to produce six full-sized Eiffel Towers.
Children of Ukraine
These broken, dirty and partially limbless dolls are from a deserted school in northern Ukraine. While the school had long been deserted when I got there due to the radioactive fallout from the meltdown in Reactor IV at the Chernobyl Nuclear facility, to me they now also symbolize the plight of the children in Ukraine. It’s hard to discern how much their lives will be mentally, physically, and spiritually impacted, not to mention traumatized, from Putin’s brutal invasion.
Ukraine & Sunflowers
I love that Ukraine’s national flower is the sunflower. Sunflowers are so incurably optimistic, which is a characteristic I can totally relate to on a personal level. Even when there are days without water, without sunshine, without much hope, sunflowers abide, stoically, patiently, surviving on the faith that a better tomorrow might actually arrive tomorrow. I hope this applies to the people of Ukraine. That they don’t give up. That they never give up. Some of these sunflowers were shot by a field in van Gogh’s Arles and some I grew in the garden in Vejbystrand last summer. I hope one day to be able to add a few Ukrainian sunflowers to my collection. #StandWithUkraine
STAND WITH UKRAINE
And now I can imagine the trepidation of all those desperately wanting to flee their homes and livelihoods by trying to board trains bound for safer grounds in neighboring Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Moldova, and Romania…all because of megalomaniac Putin and his unprovoked, horrific aggression. Unsurprisingly, Vladimir has now also threatened Sweden and Finland militarily should we join Nato. How preposterously distorted can Putin’s worldview be? Apparently, Epically distorted. #StandWithUkraine