Somewhere in July I had the privilege to try to capture Kristina in photos. Somewhere in the corner of the studio was a small cabinet filled with some old cameras. I gave Kristina a camera and shoot some photos. This was one of  the last images captured during that session. After we’d finished the shoot and sat outside in the sun recovering from a afternoon indoors our conversation somehow turned to viewing, looking and seeing. The essence of the difference between those must lay in the focus; where do you focus when you look? Is everything that you see when you look really something that is visible? Do people see you, truly you, or see they just the way you look? What do you want other people to see when they look at you? The camera can make exquisite images of someone, but did it really captured that person?

What do you see when you look at other people?

The relief of a couple of warm summer days. A thunderstorm on the horizon. A reset of the long hot summer, a refill for the soil. Only the bloody wind messes with the feathers. There’s no other option than to ride the storm, playing the wind, preparing for the flashes, thunders and rains to come. Seagulls grounded on the beach getting wet in a sand storm is not an option. They are the riders on the storm…

Ignorance? Of whom? The politicians, the people fighting for what possibly could be the ‘right’ thing to do (or the left if you read this post in an other way than I wrote it) or the tourist who of course know what’s going on in the world, but still do what they always do. As is everybody I suppose. So, if something needs to change, is sleeping in a tent beneath a cardboard sign the best way to accomplish this? Or should we all contribute in our own little place on this planet?