Örebro — 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...
Katrineholm — One should be grateful. Grateful for the late evening sunshine, yellow and lovingly caressing, for the sough in the trees, that soft, dancing sound of shivering aspen leaves, for voices and laughter ...
Damascus — They were in a cardboard box in my mothers basement, thrown together with a rubble of things that once had held meaning to me but now seemed irrelevant: various books and articles I’d saved from my da...
A last sketch
Can you hear it?
I won't say goodbye
What do we say when we know our days are numbered?
The best background
Palmyra
This is goodbye
People you once knew
Sleepless in Solna
Chasing spring
Wadköping
Hey there
Walking my baby back home
Passing by
One Monday afternoon
Looking for escape routes
A little more about photography
In the photographers room
Sprawling
Refugee
Belatedly
A pleasurable ennui
I remember
People who wait
The man with the dalmatian
Something beautiful remains
At the fox trail
Lena
Back in Bourj Hammoud
From this place
Two-dimensional
Behind it all
(Early) middle age crisis?
Waiting the night
The letter
Times like these
Stockholm smells like Beirut in the morning
Today's bouquet
Short nights
Midsummer Night
Midsummer
The roses are blooming
Bothered with structures
Just passing by
Take your pick
It'll be all right
Revisiting birdman
Another sunset
More magnolia
Dandelion head
Cool evening
J.
Magnolia Stellata
Rain
Kind of blue
A moment ago
Café spying again
Walpurgis Night in the rain
Insomnia
Almost too late
Little green
Long shadows in setting sun
I wonder why people like to catch their reflection in mirrors and glass
Spring in Scandinavia. A slow, stubborn process that requires a lot of waiting.