India…❤️ I wanted to say I went there. But the truth is, India came to me. In an explosion of colors she galloped straight into my heart. Noises, trash, dogs, foods, Gods and tuc tucs, all shades of pinks and greens and everything in between. And the nature. The nature… Majestic and humbling.
I took my time. So many pictures, I didn’t know where to start. Where to end. But here I start. With the people. Missing this place with my pores. ❤️
.
.
.
#india #streetphotography #people #kerala #karnataka
Is it possible to take black and white photos in one of the most magical and colorful places on earth?
Will some of its beauty get lost without the vibrancy that colors add?
I look at these pictures and India still is just as beautiful to me.
”Colors don’t exist in the real world. They are just different wavelengths of light that our brains interpret.”
It’s such a beautiful thought that we create all this beauty in our heads 🙏🏻❤️
Considering I was pursued by a man (probably innocently) got scared, fell and broke my camera, did a McGyver and fixed it myself, I wasn’t sure any pictures at all would come out of it. It’s an very old Fujica from a street market and so is the lens. Still love what comes out of it. This softness. And in black and white I feel like I get lost in time.
#india #blackandwhitephotography #goa #karnataka #kerala
“Its always the good ones that go first” he says. His mom has terminal lung cancer. We just met on the train travelling through this beautiful landscape. I’m on my way again, but this meeting threw me back in time. I agree with the character in my book saying that we can only time travel in our minds because suddenly I’m back, holding her hand when she takes her last breath. Grief is such a special feeling inside the body, the pain of love. “I can’t think, I can’t do anything” he continues. He’s tall and thin, with tattoos on the side of his neck, black worn jeans and very white sneakers. We talk for a while. “Thank you for letting me talk to you about this” says this stranger and smiles at me as he gets off the train. I see him light a cigarette and start walking. All I did was listen, sometimes that’s all you need to do. I never even asked him his name and I wasn’t even supposed to be on this train.
Time is just a bunch moments filled by meetings ❤️
.
.
.
#grief #cancer #time
It’s an urge, we can’t help ourselves” - about capturing an image, a moment, a shape, light and colours…
Met these girls recently that share my devotion and view point on photography. We can’t help taking that picture. We need to. And we’re not in it for the “likes”.
We know our faces will get much more “likes” than what we actually enjoy photographing and posting on social media. And to post it anyways, knowing this, is empowering - I do it for me, for myself. For the urge and the rush of capturing. ❤️
Pics of the happiest fishermen I’ve ever met on the most magical beach I’ve ever been.
#fujica #analog #fishermen #mexico
People by the sea.
Can’t help it. I will never grow bored of watching people enjoy the very thing that makes makes my heart pound and my mind ease and my eyes cry of happiness. There is definitely something about the sea that let’s a human breathe. And I enjoy caching them 🥰❤️
One of the hardest concepts for me to grasp, that a person taught me, has been that I am not my thoughts.
How? How can I not be? I’m the one thinking right? My thoughts and memories and aspirations define the very person I am - or so I used to think…
But. Said this person. If you can think your thoughts, it is actually YOU that is making them. You can even observe them. So they are not you…
I find this extremely hard to actually grasp. And it’s even harder to take control of the thoughts that don’t serve me.
But it’s a very helpful tool when working on past traumas, low self esteem and depression.
There is a “core-me” thinking the thoughts - so I can’t be my thoughts. Therefor I can change my thoughts…
See my struggle..?
My Fall.
Collected pics through my absence. Of fall. My fall.
Because fall is preparation for darkness and cold. So it gives us beautiful colours as comfort. Meanwhile, nature gets to rest.
Because falling means eventually landing, and landing means being able to get up again.
Giving and receiving advice is a tricky thing. How to balance your own ideas or visions to what the other person actually is searching for. And how to take advice while separating what you need from what the other person thinks you need.
I ve been struggling with something for a while. Something I really want to do. But I never seem to get around to do it. Time has passed. Some friends said “Maybe you just don’t want it enough..?”
And that stayed with me - If I don’t seem able to go through with it, maybe I just don’t want it enough. If I really had wanted it I would have done it already…
But something inside of me couldn’t let go.
The other day a loved friend looked at me and asked “How much does this mean to you, how strongly do you feel about this?” I said “very, very strongly”
“Then why haven’t you done anything yet?”
“Because I’m scared. I want it so much that I’m scared to blow it”
“How can I support you in making this happen and what do you need from me to handle your fears?”
And I answered truthfully what support I believed I needed.
And just like that I’m on my way.
Maybe I’ll never get there, but now I have a direction.
I’m not saying this is the solution for everybody, I’m just saying that sometimes it’s not about giving or receiving advice, sometimes it’s just about asking the right question.
#Gothenburg
Giving and receiving advice is a tricky thing. How to balance your own ideas or visions to what the other person actually is searching for. And how to take advice while separating what you need from what the other person thinks you need.
I ve been struggling with something for a while. Something I really want to do. But I never seem to get around to do it. Time has passed. Some friends said “Maybe you just don’t want it enough..?”
And that stayed with me - If I don’t seem able to go through with it, maybe I just don’t want it enough. If I really had wanted it I would have done it already. But something inside of me couldn’t let go.
The other day a loved friend looked at me and asked “How much does this mean to you, how strongly do you feel about this?” I said “very, very strongly”
“Then why haven’t you done anything yet?”
“Because I’m scared. I want it so much that I’m scared to blow it”
“How can I support you in making this happen and what do you need from me to handle your fears?”
And I answered what support I needed.
And just like that I’m on my way.
Maybe I’ll never get there, but now I have a direction.
I’m not saying this is the solution for everybody, I’m just saying that sometimes it’s not about giving or receiving advice, sometimes it’s just about asking the right question.
#Gothenburg
I never really know what im doing. Normally I think I know. And I think I seem to know. But I don’t.
I never really want to be sure either, because that’s predictable. I like the unknown. I like not never really knowing what I’m doing.
Why did I post this..? Idk ❤️❤️❤️
Last summer memories.
A journey, and a friend. Sun and hangouts. You see, summertime is my “black” 🥰 no surprise.
Seldomly I find a picture of me that I like. I take 100 selfies and maybe keep one. I try different angles, hold the phone further away, and try to copy what my beautiful friends do. Never really succeeding and end up throwing most away. But then my friend took this photo, that to me, carries so much more… I see me being me, in that beautiful and scary and exciting year that I will hold in my heart always. Never been so poor, never been so worried and calm at the same time, never been so happy, never understood more how I function and what I need. Life continues, and all I have to do is breathe and take a step, breathe and take a step… and wait for the sun.
📷 @crafoord_official
