Suddenly a snowfall – out comes the camera
A snowfall is an excuse to get out the camera for a photo walk – and a photo essay – over Ramberget and down to the river
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A muted autumn photowalk through Nya Varvet
A muted autumn walk with a camera through the Nya Varvet district of Gothenburg, and a little bit about the history of the area.
Impression of Masthugget through masts and rain
A photo taken from the Eriksberg ferry stop on Sunday gives an impression of Masthugget distorted through rain, beyond the masts of sailboats
Playing with art for exciting character development
Playing with Artbreeder and renaissance portraits to create faces for characters in Elin’s Story, my historical novel.
Enjoy heritage rail in these delightful pictures!
The heritage railway enthusiasts of the Bergslagernas Järnvägssällskap ran a steam train trip on Sunday last. Here’s a photo essay from my camera.
Let’s taxi with the flow in Accra
Taxi Accra: Our first full day in Ghana, Mrs SC and I set out to find the main tourist information centre, and inadvertently explore Accra by taxi.
July in photography – a photo diary
According to my schedule, this week I should publish a photo essay. Unfortunately I haven’t prepared anything. So what I’m sharing instead is a small selection of photographs I’ve taken over the last month or so. Replacing a lens cap Since I no longer publish photos on a daily basis, I’ve got out of the … More…
On Ramberget late in June – a photo essay
A photo essay with images from Ramberget taken this morning on my walk. Oaks and grasses and blackberry flowers, Keillers Park and the Three Graces
Young oak leaves in the rain
Young oak leaves in the rain is a photo essay with pictures from Ramberget, the raven’s mountain at the bottom of our road.
London in the time of the coronavirus
In the time of the coronavirus I suppose I shouldn’t have been out travelling, but I was – to London and to my mother’s 98th birthday. Here’s a photo essay.