This is Slussen, Stockholm, a late night on my way to the train. The car is parked right beside the embankment of the lock system that connects Lake Mälaren with the waters of the Baltic sea. There seems to be a car service down there. It was cold, really cold. I had been on a race earlier that day and was on my way home, to Lund. Still, it sounds a little strange to write ‘home’, but since 20 years Stockholm isn’t my hometown, Lund is. Lund is located about 600 km South of Stockholm, and the climate is slightly better due to this. It becomes really apparent a night like this, during the most harsh month of the year, February. Slussen, from where the picture is taken, is a complex system of bridges, streets, the lock and buildings. Most of it is made of concrete, and there is nothing as cold as frozen concrete walls during the night. And people, you don’t see anyone at all in this area, not during the night. It’s not only the dark, it’s also the wind that comes in from the frozen waters of the surrounding archipelago. Not even rapists and robbers are out. Couldn’t help longing for home, taking in all that. I remember I used to say that living in Stockholm during the winter must be like living in Leningrad, yes this was before the Perestroika. Leningrad has since then retrieved it’s original name, S:t Petersburg, but I still feel the same. It’s amazing how this town turns around and becomes a really, really nice when the spring finally arrives.
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February 15, 2009
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Leica Digilux 3 + Leica Vario Elmarit 14-50 at 27 mm (35 mm eqv: 34 mm)