Just another image that equally well could have been thrown in the trash bin, it doesn’t speak to me at all. In fact, doesn’t it look like someone sprayed JUNK on that bin in the image? There’s a meaning with everything.

It’s interesting, this movie. Hamilton. It’s about this flag-waving super agent with a license to kill, but without any more depth than his bullets penetrates. The simple pleasure in seeing someone getting the job done. The satisfaction to be able to translate this energy into your own actions. Getting the job done, no matter what.

I have a thing for these French automobiles, with their novel designs; some truly avantgarde, some plain whimsical like this Citroën.

Close to where I live, you’ll find this fast food joint. They have a small dining room to the left, outside the frame of this image. Every time I walk by this place, I see the same people in there, drinking their beers, no matter the time of the day. The man with the mobile was a new face to me, though. His time seemed to have slowed down to the beat of the status updates on Facebook. They’re all killing time.

This is what remains when the times takes another direction than anticipated. La Strada, a former school, later on a popular restaurant and road hostel for decades, now, not even a home for homeless. The Autostrada, Sweden’s first motor way, was built in 1953, just 200 metres away. The irony of faith.

No, I’m not feeling fenced. I don’t think the weed at the wall feels that, either. It’s not in their genes. But I do feel I have been walking the same path for ages, literally. Not that it mattered when I captured this image, but anyway. I did chose to follow a side-track this morning, instead of heading direct to work. The image might gain a share of symbolism, this way, but I don’t want to rationalise. I was just so damn bored following the same darn path that I could  have just photographed any piece of crap.

It’s hard to understand, sometimes, what is progress? A high rise that breaks the horizon? I don’t know.

Somehow, this façade makes me think of Tron or something similar, have no clue why exactly that film comes to my mind. It’s the centre part, where the light leaks through the gills, what gets my imagination going. I work in there.

I use that colour daily, it’s called burnt red and one of the brand colours of the company I work for. Usually, I use the colour sparingly, on small objects, since it’s not one of the company’s prime colours but part of their secondary ones. It’s fascinating to see the impact when applying it on a large wall like this. The otherwise not so exciting backyard needs that level of paintwork, I guess.

Finished the reading of a photo book today, “The house in the woods” by Kai Fagerström, Risto Rasa and Heikki Willamo. Must be among the best books I have seen, much because of the very poetic tone of both images and texts. Inspired by that – remember, I have to come up with an image per day – I went around the corner (okay, close to…) and captured this. I didn’t try to make poetry out of this, though…