When Columbus was three years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the city.
[Portrait of friend Philip Zandén at Stadsteatern, Stockholm.]
[Flowers are a veritable minefield! There are so many exploding mines you could step on, so many wells you could fall into: banality, sentimentality, prettiness, saccharine sweetness, obsequiousness. That is maybe why I photograph flowers. I like to live dangerously.]
(Here they soar again.)
[In Swedish that would be: Stör inte bohemen under flärd.
Yes, I fell for that damned “selfie” virus! Even I, Brutus…
You might wonder how I took this picture myself. It’s a secret, but I can tell you this much: I did it with my elongated astral stick.]