You get to a point in your travels where the camera stays so long in your pocket, that now when you decide to leave it at home altogether, it’s already left its mould in your denim.
Every journey starts the same. Snaphappying away at a hundred photos a day with eight hour sightseeing treks marked on every square of the calendar and writing home to your family every second day (ok for me it was every day, my sister had to turn the internet on her phone off because I was costing her too much in data fees). By the time we arrived in Sweden, these kind of days were just a foggy haze far off in the distance. After so much travel, it seems when everything is amazing nothing is. You forget. There are no more Kodak moments, it’s not uncommon to “save money” with a day of Breaking Bad and your family writes to you, guessing where you might be. Thank you Sweden, for turning that fog into a thunderstorm.
It is definitely true that the change of seasons was a significant factor in luring my camera back out of its cosy home. In Australia, I wasn’t even aware that Autumn was a season. I thought it was just the filler between Summer and Winter and now that I have witnessed this “void” in Europe I am to believe that it is possibly the most beautiful of all seasons. Yes. The incredible Autumn colours were the bait for my camera. However, Sweden, with is beautiful parks and old age charm was the perfect hook.
I would advise not to travel to Sweden if you have self confidence issues. This place will not help you. Oh no, it will make you feel like Susan Boyle. The rumours are true. The people are as pretty as the land they come from. And not only are the people beautiful, but they have impeccable taste in …well everything. Their fashion and general style has not one thread off shade and the art and music culture just purely belongs here amongst them.
Sweden is that bad relationship, that couple that everybody knows…
– I love you Sweden …but you make me hate myself.
stephmoni 