Roaring, warming fires in the darkest of winters. The gentle flicker of candlelight. Those late summer evenings, walking in the forest, trying not to be eaten alive by mosquitoes. Cooking fresh food and swimming in the lake, still and reflective like a mirror.
Barefooted berry picking in the forest, running home with blue tinted fingers. Soon the smell of crumble along with a warm hug from mamma and pappa. You can go here to read more of beauty and the life an image of simplicity in all it’s perfection.
I grew up dreaming of exploration, of creating. It was a frightening and exciting leap to leave my safe home to go to big city London, to make my photography dreams come true.
I became a passionate teller of stories. For the last five years, I have been working full time as a photographer and I travel all over the world to capture emotion, relationships, celebration and beautiful places. I have photographed weddings all over Europe, the Middle East, and the US. But I never forget to appreciate what is home.
Barefooted berry picking in the forest, running home with blue tinted fingers. Soon the smell of crumble along with a warm hug from mamma and pappa. My Sweden is a thing of beauty and the life an image of simplicity in all it’s perfection.
If the photographer is interested in the people in front of his lens, and if he is compassionate, it’s already a lot. The instrument is not the camera but the photographer.