This sign I found in the toilets at work.. This is how I always read it, although it usually means something else when I look closer... ...so maybe this is what it actually says, for real?
The other day there was a fire in my house.. I came riding on my bike when I noticed the smoke coming out of the window and the alarmed habitants. 1-2 minutes after came the firefighters but I did'nt think of taking any pictures before it was put out.. Interestingly, the reporters with their fancy camera equipment came almost exactly the same time as the firefighters.
Estetiikka: ompelukone ja sateenvarjo leikkauspöydällä.
The famous combination.
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One beautiful friday I saw this beautiful and intriguing picture in the newspaper. Coincidence is there for the taking sometimes, and this photographer from Kristianstadsbladet happened to be at the right place at the right time. I can't imagine it gets much better than this in Kristianstad.
I have always liked my reflection in the window of a moving train. It blurs out my edges and make me dissolve for just a bit.. It's like a pillow of temporary amnesia. A temporary switch off. I have a habit of making self portraits from these images of myself on trains. Usually a drawing, but as I have aquired digital photo technology, I too can take half-crappy pictures whenever I feel like it(half-crappy, because the value of photography is decreasing rapidly). Well, anyhow: the sense of bittersweetness of a saturday night (slightly drunk) alone on a train is something hard to describe but something everyone should experience now and again. I hope to return shortly with an actual work of art.
