It’s been a few weeks now; I have more or less neglected everything that spells out in zeroes and ones, and I have been enjoying it shamelessly, the time that has been freed this way. Not to say that I found nirvana, but anyway. This daily photo thing was devastating to my state of mind and only left me with the feel of not having accomplished anything of worth. I know, many of the images were worthwhile, but overall, this project only torn me down. You can compare it with having to get up in the middle of the night just to make something, like dinner, and then to go to bed again. And never get used to it. And for every night that goes, to get more and more nervous and find it more and more difficult to fall asleep. I simply didn’t. Cope. While for others, it’s just a daily routine, even fun, I chose to enjoy my time in other ways.

Since I saw (and photographed) this car the first time, it was just outside where I live, I’ve seen it a few more times. The car is quite a sight these days when everybody have almost new cars, especially if you get close enough to read all the witty expressions that are written all over it. I so wonder who he is, he who drives around in it. How does he get the car to pass the yearly motor-vehicle inspection? He must be an artist, or a magician.

Why not pop over to my post in the I live here section, and watch those April images of mine: [get me there].

Oh, mg, what crap this is, image-wise. The mere subject matter suggests some sort of happiness, which I can’t relate to at all. It’s spring, my fellow citizens sings traditional hymns, and we are all supposed to celebrate with each other. I think I will throw up.

#122. This day marks the third of this year and I’m so fed up with this project I can no longer find words for it. So, to emphasis the irony of the daily loveliness, this will be my last daily. I’m rather silent and irregularly invisible, then noisy and visible on a regular basis.

This year, 20000 people came to listen to music and get wasted. It’s Valborg, a traditional feast in Sweden, a mega party in Lund.

I only took one photo today. Yes, this is a taken one, not made in any sense. I have been terribly busy with book-keeping and renovation work in my home, that’s why I have not paid my camera much notice. (Not that it asks for attention…). But, nevertheless, it’s an interesting photo. How and why do we become such, and when do it disappear?

Didn’t leave home today, just spent time with things I had to do and looking into this, the latter with a glass of wine.
Not too bad.

We’re approaching the last day in April, when many Swedes are hoarding for truck loads of beer. Tradition.

Oh, this sucks… Not the image per se, but the connotations it carries to my eyes and mind.

Still raining