Some pictures i've taken randomly during the past month.
There's this thing in Sweden called Midsummer which is about celebrating the summer solstice and the entrance of summer into the annual calender basically. And Swedes eat and dance around a pole like frogs (in a non-sketchy way I PROMISE), which, admittedly sounds incredibly strange. The beginning of summer in Sweden is also the time when the Weather decides to take a weekend off and offers temperatures around 10 degrees celcius. But in spite of that we manage to come together, friends and family, and it is the one time you might see me actually swim in the sea, despite the 15 degrees.
My little bro.
Karin and Gillian.
Ludwig is really resembling James Dean here.
Bill with ethnic hat.
A lot of hats were worn. Here by Mattias.
Anne-Li looking lovely.
One too many schnaps perhaps? Or did I just happen to catch them at an off moment.....
.....Seeing as Daniel and Peter do have the ability to look perfectly normal.
Gillian walking up from the water.
The chocolate dessert made by Anne-Li and Peter.
Filip and Daniel footballing.
And even more footballing.
I took a walk through the dangerously high grass to reach this little site.
Found a boat and still water.
The reflection of the sky in the water.
The bay stretching out into the sea.
I thought that this was just too cute. And also innovative! When you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night that is.
Couldn't resist a picture of the sky turning pink. Although that telephone line really ruins it all.
So that was my midsummer, it was incredibly cold (9 degrees) but the company made it worthwhile.
As of Friday two weeks ago I became the last one left not yet turned legal. Last Wednesday we celebrated this with Josefin's birthday and she threw together a barbeque in her backyard for us to come and enjoy. The weather was great and although the BBQ went on through the night the sunlight still shone bright. We made an impromptu long table out of the benches and tables we found in her garden. The mood was a bit strained as we were all so incredibly hungry and the meat wouldn't have being cut. So I had to intervene and tell Isabella that there really was no use trying to cut through the great bone she'd been struggling with, thus taking over the cutting-of-the-meat duties.
All in all, a very good evening with some of my favourite people.
Love you all this much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
After a day's worth of work I headed to my friend Olivia who lives in the neighbouring town some thirty minutes away. As I drove and dad navigated it was obvious really why we also were thirty minutes late. (Smartphone) technology just doesn't make sense to him. And absolutely not Google Maps, to say the least. I had an amazing day shooting alongside someone who is interested in advancing their photography skills actively as well. We made a huge discovery of a world tucked away behind her garden, involving abandoned 18th century houses and mansions along with a farm, a bridge and a pond all resembling bits and pieces from childrens' novels. Some portrait shots taken beside continuing on our adventure were a given. We lost track of time and saw we'd been out for a good two hours so we made our way back, ate lovely pancakes made by her dad and edited the pictures thoroughly. Around 10 pm it was time to say goodbye, and just as I was leaving the day decided to give us a parting gift and painted the sky with fiery reds and oranges in contrast to the blue and pink clouds of the setting sun. All in all, half a day definitely worth repeating, next time we'll do it on my home turf. Here follow SOME pictures from this afternoon (trust me, there were loads).
That was that.
And now, for something completely different.
It's been aproximately 72 hours. And still it feels like it hasn't happened yet. Like I'm still waiting, still that 3-year old girl who's first memory of her uncle is him screaming in happiness for his newfound freedom, amongst thirty other white-hatted youths. In my mind that is what I'm waiting for to happen. And I know it will never happen like that for me, believe me I've tried to reason with myself, to get it into my head that IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED. IT'S OVER. But every time it's like a slam into a door closing in on itself refusing to open. And I move on, trying not to think about it. Because if I for one minute close my eyes and instead of trying to reason with myself, let myself actually feel something, I'm overrun with emotions I can't handle. If I let the thought crossing my mind be "It's all over" I somehow lose my bearings and sense of reality. What are we now? What do we do? Who are we, when everything we've known gets stripped away from us in just a leap out of a set of blue doors. What are we, when we emerge from them, if not time lords, then what? Because despite everything I've ever thought I wanted, despite the sadness and hurt these twelve years of school have brought me, and the will to just be free, run away, turn my back on it all - society, education, pressure - I have managed to do the one thing I never believed I could. I've changed my mind. This isn't freedom. At least it's not the freedom I hoped for, the freedom I remembered my uncle practically exuding all those years ago, yelling at the world that he can do whatever he wants now, and that he is never going back. Or is it? Is this it? If it is, why do I feel like I have MORE to worry about now, than I ever did before? I think perhaps it's not missing the hours I spent breaking my back over assignments and tests, but more so the people that I won't be surrounded by everyday. The people I make time to see and talk with outside school but also, and perhaps most importantly, the people I don't see and talk to except in school. What about them? They're like a fairy tale without a happy ending, the start of something good without the end of it.
Maybe it's different for me. Or maybe it's just life. Either way, free or not, I have graduated from school forever. And whether it's because I'm happy or sad, when I think of that leap I did now 73 hours ago, I feel like crying. I think if we would have been Time Lords it would have been easier.
Around the world I have, as earlier mentioned on here, gathered small spots that lie especially close to my heart. A set of places I feel I can to some extent, actually call home. And Crete is one of those places. Sure, it's a tourist-populated island where most Swedes go on holiday. But that's also the only part of the island those people wish to discover. There is so much more to this little slice of heaven, this strip of land filled with everything you could possibly want and need. I truly believe I could spend my life there in a little cottage by the sea, someday when I'm older. It's almost getting hard to explain how much it means to me, how important it is to me that I can know I have Crete to come home to - for me it's not solely about getting away somewhere, it's actually coming home as well. It just happens to be both things in one. So instead of trying to get you to understand through text, I'll do what I've found I like to do best here - show you.
These are from last summer - enjoy. It's beauty knocks me every time, and it's familiarity comforts me. And as always, blue is the warmest colour.
Last week I approached a whole new area of photography that I've had no previous experience in and in which I did not believe nor anticipate would actually generate good results. I had of course, tried to take self-portraits. Although I might have re-phrased it politely, what it just means is that I took some selfies. And tried desperately to make some of them focused, naturally exposed and by all means with my face within the photo, something that proved quite hard whilst holding a camera for twenty minutes and having to look in a mirror, also hoping that pushing the button would capture something good in return. I apologise for the stern, rigid and frankly quite unlike-me-face expressions. They're selfies. Poses are just natural human behaviour. Some of them actually turned out fine. And I'd like to share them with you. Eeek here goes;
And yes, this is plainly narcissistic, I understand that. I am also completely fine with it.
Will probably regret this choice later
My friends recently attended their senior High-School ball, or Prom, as some would call it. And although I myself didn't go, I was made photographer at our pre-prom gathering. So I'd like to share some of the photos I took of my friends and their dates - everyone looked stunning of course and the weather was extremely generous to give us a nice 20 degrees throughout the day.
I did take about 399 more but I thought showing all those would be overkill. Lovely people, lovely day and amazing bursts of laughter certainly made these photographs. Not forgetting, of course, all the frocks and dresses! Adore all of these people so much <3
Almost all of my portrait-series lately have been of my mum, be it for school or my own. It really isn't so hard to figure out why though, she is one of the most beautiful people I know. If not the most beautiful. Although her lovely locks are not in fact mine as I have 90 degrees straight hair, I can definitely say that "I got it from my momma".
Love you so much <3 *smooch* (imitates kiss)
Yay it's may! Although I am posting this on the 1st of June.... oh well. Better late than never. And anyway, I just liked the way it rhymed really. I've rediscovered a BBC series called Ashes To Ashes which is about time travel, kinda. It is genuinely good and I can't believe I haven't seen it like ten times over already. Moving on, the month of May has brought with it several great moments and weathers to shoot in, which is why I've brought my camera with me almost everywhere. So, about the fifth time in a row, this is going to be a photography-post.
Hope you don't mind.
And it is quite an eclectic mix of photographs too, with absolutely no connection to one another. More or less anyway. Hope they're enjoyable to some degree, I had fun taking them (and some are taken by my good friend Helen as well).
And then....... GREEK GYROS-DINNER!!! I was IN HEAVEN, or as Coldplay would sing "PARA-PARA-PARADISE"
We decided to play an AWESOME word-explanatory game called "Alias"
And that has been my last few days of May. Filled with lovely dinners and neighbours, friends coming to visit, sunsets, and a lot of Mediterranean food.
I think I'll do some more of these monthly catch-ups, they're really a great excuse to showcase the recent spontaneous photographs I take while claiming that they actually are contextually bound in some way.
Been doing some spontaneous photoshooting involving wonderful people in my life that deserves to be showed to someone. I discovered a love for smoke and light, something I\d like to recreate and work with on its own and, unlike it is here, just a coincidence while we were preparing to go outside and shoot. Anyway, the result of this mysterious smoke I'm talking so fondly about turned out to be pretty amazing, especially when working with such a crazy cute model like Hanna. Also nice of her to participate. What more? Oh, Nina's been lending me her AWESOME lens that has an aperture down to F 1.8 - which is extremely low compared to my lowest 4. something. So I've been enjoying using that lately. Here follow the pictures.
Why so beautiful?
And lastely one of me taken by Nina during our Baileys-milkshake evening. It was nice and they were delicious.
So one cooking-disaster made way for some quite interesting pictures. Hope they're enjoyable / xx Becka
The person who gets that lyric line will be rewarded with digital kisses and hugs.
Once upon a time, there was a 12-year old girl who used to watch Top Model on Tuesday afternoons. And once, she saw a picture from a photoshoot with one of the contestants that would be glued in her memory for a very, very long time. Since then she's had a dream to sometime be able to recreate that photo, and have the skills too. And recently, 6 years later, she had the chance to make the dream come true.
This is the result, I do hope that 12-year old girl would be proud.