08 12 09

This post is mostly about December and trees and December and of sun and trees and December.

Everything is not as white as it should be, or could be, this time of year.

I don't complain.

03 12 09

Nope.

However:

I stay:

2 12 09

Hmpf. Soon the double 0's are over. We move into the 10's.
Silly. Only a few years left before the war. Be prepared!

It's this sort of time of the year again.

These are all from last winter though.

Everything was white today. Some people think of virginity and purity and of things clean. I kinda thought of ashes and dust and just a little bit of fear.
You couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Crazy.

29 11 09

27 11 09

Yet another one of these. The end product can be seen in the post prior to this.

25 11 09

Some couple or so months ago I hopped on the train to ride through Sweden in all its Autumnal glory.
When I lastly hopped off the train, I found myself in Sunne. (I also had to spend some time in Katrineholm and Karlstad, for those with great interest (and I know there's a shitload of you out there)).
Yes.
Anyway, I ramble.
I went there to take some pictures of a friend for reasons beyond comprehension to each and every single one of you all currently reading this (a magazine).

I shot, we had a great time, and I went back home. Then I edited the shots and made all the proper retouches of the pictures he chose, the pictures he liked, and then that was that, kind of. I haven't really looked at them pretty much since.

Now I have remembered them (I have a habit of remembering things, eventually. This time it's only been some months - give me a break). And here they are. I will look through all the raw files again on occasion and have a look see if there's more excitement to be had from there (I'm quite sure there is). But for now, here are all the pictures I have so far edited (save for the final end-product one, that one will wait to see the light of day until it has done so through the pages of a magazine).
Finally, here they are for real, no more stupid words all the time after I've said "here they are"
so
in all the glory derived from usage of flash and studio and love and awesomosity (the backdrop and all things is his idea, buy the whale) - in all that I just said:
pickchures:

Of the following two, I don't know which I like the best ...
And this, I think, is my personal favourite. It's not quite like the rest, as you've probably already noticed.

I bye you: bye.