Last friday I was walking aimlessly around Norrcity in Örebro, taking pictures of trees and houses and things that had been bullied into their primary colours by the late afternoon sunshine, when this man and his dog walked into my viewfinder, seemingly unaware of me clicking away.

Later that evening when I looked at the photos, I realised that the man and his dalmatian quickly had claimed the starring roles in them, never mind the beautiful backdrop of (primary) yellow trees against colourful houses and a (primary) blue sky which was my initial intention. That brief meeting that wasn’t even a meeting must have lasted a few seconds, but those few pictures tell a complete story. This you can tell when you start to wonder about them, to guess and weave stories about what you have seen.

Yesterday I saw them again from a distance, the dog dancing around the mans legs as he walked with long steps in the direction of the train station. The man was still smiling. His red scarf stuck out like a flag in the wind. I wonder what he was smiling about.

The man with the dalmatian