Skiing and having a rest under the breastwindow.....

Today we had a fire in the garden. The natures smell was a blend of soil, earth, smoke and life. The smell of spring.... Doften av vår... L òdeur printemps.... The afternoon was magic, a scen from an adventures drama. Lukas was Huckleberry Finn and I was Frodo. The only way to survive was to keep the fire of wet leaves alive. That it can be so magic to fix in the garden!

Last night I got so fired of the fantastic windy sky and the moon whispering secrets to me here in my french little village so I pulled out my companion with a torch. I got reminded of my old photography-professor Obie Oberholzer from South Africa and decided to go out and shoot images in his style. I will never reach Obies caliber of humour or perfection in threating colours but I hope I might reach his level concerning life-spirit-haphazardism. Such crazy, vibrant, funny character is hard to find theese days. Obie is probably South Africas most famous photographer, with 7 books published and a hugh amount of important work (customers as Condeneste, Stern and National Geographic) but he never had a webpage. Instead, searching his name on google I get up 707 matching sides. It just shows his greatness. Right now I hope he is chilling out at his beach-house, walking his weimarans and giggle with his wife, but if I know him right his is out shooting the moon over a deserted hotel in Namibia with his 4-wheels drive as the only company. I found a little personal article about Obie that portraits him so good. http://www.thewindow.co.za/karin/obie.htm Well, I hope I meet Obie in a few years when we will pass by the Cape of good Hope on Morgane, and then I will ask him about the diamant-digger Wally Onetime once again.

TUAB 2006 I flew home to Sweden for a little work for TUAB (Torsby Utveckling AB) concerning a hugh wall and industrial images to show the developement of Torsby. Very interesting and difficult. My personal favorites turned out to be the images shot at the jam-factory, even if I think they wont be used, but somehow they reminds me of a french romantic film by Jeunet.