Endless summer

We had a series of thunder storms today, which is fun all in itself, but the best part was the humidity they left behind. The creek looked like it was smouldering, and I stayed out in the woods for something like three hours to capture it all.

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Now when I look at the pictures I took, I imagine the lyrics to Pax song Endless Summer.

“… Endless summer
won’t you stay here
stay her with me
with me
inside this

endless summer
won’t you stay here
together with me
with me
in this endless summer…”

 

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I’m reminded of something I read in a book on photography: that to take great pictures, you need to be willing to go out when everyone else stays in. So true. And so, so worth it.

 

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I didn’t see the little slug until I zoomed in on the pictures after I got home!

 

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I think I stayed by the creek for half an hour, just snapping away.

 

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When the gold turned to bluish twilight, I ventured into the woods to capture some misty trees.

 

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Everything was so quiet, so humid and so warm. When I got back home, everyone had gone to sleep. 🙂

 

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A cloudy outing

Today we just took the car and drove south. I had no idea our county had waterfalls, but apparently it does! Flanked by the trusty willow herb, of course.

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This kind of roundpole fence is very common around here. Unbarked, unsplit young trees are laid in a diagonal pattern and bound to vertical poles using binding cord made from saplings.

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Another common view: ripening wild raspberries against a backdrop of mountains, lakes and forest.

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Summer haze

Wow… Just bear with me while I post much too many photos of tonight’s sun ‘n’ mist double bill. It was magical. I know I always say that, but tonight took the biscuit. I chased the setting sun along the road by the creek, and for every minute, the colours changed. I was smiling like a lunatic the whole time.

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Layers of forest in the mist.

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The evening was on fire.

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The mist was glowing.

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Chasing the setting sun.

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Heaven in a puddle.

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A trip home

This weekend, I travelled to my birth town to visit friends, and of course I took my camera with me. As you may know, I’ve wanted to upgrade to a wide-angle lens from day one, but the Arjeplog scenery cranked that wish up to 11! There’s just no way you can do justice to views like this without a better lens.

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The town is basically a series of lakes with a few houses sprinkled on top.

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Water, water everywhere! I’d forgotten how beautiful it was.

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The unique pink church, that got its colour because there was just a lot of white paint and a few buckets of red. 🙂

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I only had my phone with me when we went to the pub, so the midnight pictures are a bit crappy, but still: look at that smooth water, that pink sky, that moon!

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And of course, on the way back south this morning, the mandatory reindeer on the road. 🙂

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A perfect day…

… begins with a breakfast consisting of strawberries and filmjölk (kind of like yoghurt, but a million times tastier) on a sundrenched lawn.

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After that, an hour of lazy lounging in the hammock.

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In the afternoon, it’s time for a boat trip down the creek.

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Beneath the water, the seaweed swayed gently in the currents, like something from a Pre-Raphaelite painting.

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Reeds against a flawless blue sky.

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Water lilies floating on the dark brown water.

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The creek leads to a lake, where you feel like you’re the only person left on Earth. Just the sun beating down, the splashing of the water against the oars, the odd fly buzzing past, and the rest… is absolute silence.

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On the other side of the lake, we found a little cabin. The wood was so weathered, it was almost white.

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On the lake shore, cotton grass was blowing in the wind.

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Look at that thing! It’s as if it’s dancing, twirling its furry skirts in the sunshine.

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Midnight car trip

On the way home from an entire evening of ‘midnight flea market’ shopping (I think we managed to visit about thirty of them in seven hours, but there were over sixty in the neighbourhood!), we came upon this glorious sight: the full moon, reflected in a lake.

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Cradled by the reeds…

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And to the northwest, some residual pink from the sunset.

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Back at the cabin, my beloved misty creek was watched over by the moon, too.

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