I have always been my fathers son. Football games, chess tournaments, flower meadows, seas, caves, mountains, political meetings… I went everywhere with him. He was in a search for some interesting story (picture of cow and her six baby calves, that was wooow for me). My father, journalist, had green military typewriter and Minolta camera. Vintage, people would like to say now.

I became one, too. Journalist plus a vintage one. I was testing Minolta & Nikon. Than kept my Sony in the drawer and embraced mobile phone as a lightest solution.

I simply love when I catch interesting moment. Soul food. ‘Picture is worth a thousand words’…

Since every moment is a brand new one and every word we’re about to say has already been said I cherish all framed moments I have. Some of them are published on Getty Images. Happiness. Feeling like visiting the Moon. Probably.

I’m trying not to overthink things and to put leash on some ideas 🙂 But some of them turned out not to be a bad one. Renovation of the wagon to get a business space, printing T-shirts with Your avatar, writing a book (so that my photoblog -Urban diary where I tried to sort mess of my thoughts- has a reason to be on hold)…

Pictures as well as my thoughts are subject of the matter of my inner feelings and personality as such, of course. My writing style comes from the same place. So, just shoot me 🙂

I really loved that show (can be seen on swedish television still), I was young.