Good humans everywhere...

Starting to travel around again, in between working sessions. 

Never get enough of that. 

Always new places to see. 

Going with R. on motor bikes, 

meeting with the village poet in Ántissa

and resting by a taverna by the sea in Termís.

New imprints to take in.

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There is a risk not to see what I see...

To me, photography is not about showing reality. It is useless.

Reality can never be copied.

I more try to find out what familiar sights can wake up in me. I try to stay in it.

Faces of people, street corners, roofs and tiles, patterns made by humans...

Never to let even the most common habit become a hidden truth. 

Even if I look at scenes so familiar, always being there,

that finally I run the risk of not seeing what I am looking at.

The island and the sea is a constant. Always interrelated.

And so are the thousand varieties of light that carry colors.

Familiar scenes of the sea at the village of Eftalou, 

that I have seen a thousand times, never stop amazing me.

Right now it is a drama just between Spring and Summer time.

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I never get enough of the same...

My new Year's Eve is always when I stop using socks.
Now is the time and has been for a fortnight.
It is reliving past experiences,
just like everything from now on
and for a long time.
Spring is still here on the island. The grass is green. The evenings cool.
The horses will avoid becoming beef burgers. They will munch in peace.
And light will seep in everywhere.
Summer knocking on the door.
On Lesvos, the island of islands.
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No more socks for a long time. 

Every day new, just like yesterday.

A bit of breathing before Summer arrives.

Light and piety.

Home to basic closeness...

Weather shifting every day now. 

It is all familiarity.

Walking down the alley outside, passing quiet soccer field,

opening the inside of self and house.

It is good to be back.

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Soon let go of Hold button....

Sunshine every day and for long. Wherever I have been. For weeks,

that new light of longer days. But that is not enough. 

I have been pushing that button for quite some time. 

Less than two months, but any way, it feels.

I miss the friends and the island.

Soon pack up...

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Waiting for warmth.

Long enough.

No one here yet.

I miss even you, pigeon. At least for now.

One day in wolf and Winter land...

Spring has come to the island of islands.

 Here, in the province of Varmland, it is still a deep Winter's day.

Nature on the hold button, but soon exploding in green.

It's dramatic and quiet beauty speaks another language.

I am listening only, not to disturb.

Visiting friends, far away from the island,

but so close at heart...

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The ice covered lake.

Silhouettes and a faint sun.

Soon no chance to see the lake through trunks of trees.

The neighbor's house.

Friends on a 15 kilometers trip on the frozen lake. 

Fantastic balance for first time rider, in safe hands with teacher Anna-Carin.

Such tranquility on a walk this day.

Waiting for Spring.

Friends serve dinner Summer time here, with splashing water under their feet.

Also time for a pro hockey game today.

We all know what missing means...

Looking out the window here up north. Rather chilly but lots of sun.

Emphasizing the Summer coming soon,

with all the rather simple and light experiences of the sun to the skin,

of coffees and dried towels and hiding in the shade,

into the future looking eyes, friendship from smaller friends,

and never to forget eternal nights in the light of the stars,

with small talk and intimacies close by,

in all this that also includes a lot of work for many...

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