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Update on the snow: everything is white today. Everything. With the blazing sun, parts of the layers that covers all the trees fall down a small piece at a time in slow-motion. It’s beautiful and makes me happy.
There’s snow in the air and the parking lot across the street is patched with street lights. Suddenly a pair of car lights flares up, but nothing moves. Not for a few seconds which feels as minutes or hours. Then the car skids into action. It moves forward fast but not really. It just seems fast due to the stillness of everything else. It drives out from the parking lot and in the headlights across the road one can see snowflakes trying to get out of the way.
As a sequence it’s bot beautiful and unnerving depending on the context. But then again, so is staring out into the darkness through a window.
I admit it: I haven’t made a snow fort in ages. Or a snowman. Or snowmen defending a snow fort against a snow dragon. The last one I’ve never done and I think I should have. I will do it. Not today but soon.
Sitting in the passenger seat in a car when there’s snow and lights outside reduces my intellect. I just want to press the hands to the window, nudge the glass with the nose and mumble “snow pretty.”
Related: beer good.
It should please some of you that while the sky and horizon and roadside forest was breathtakingly beautiful, I did not photograph that. (A) I did not have my camera and (B) the road being what the road was, not many places to stop and I’d be crazier than me to try and take a photo while driving in this.
Still. This just outside where I type this is enough.
I have no idea how I could have missed this wintery short by Vera Brosgol & Jenn Kluska. Vera Bee is awesome, I’ve known that since… Flight vol 2. But still, missed this and needed A Bear to send the link. I’m so sorry.
Vera has a tumblr with a friend of hers too: fashion from old people.
3 notesToday had not been kind. Drawings came out as crap, even the rough sketches looks bad. Then when I took out the trash, there was snow on the ground and in the air. Lots of it. Spinning around according to some fractal pattern unknown. I wasn’t sure if it was the cars running past, headlights making the entire street glow, that produced a whirring or if it came from the wind looking for a path between the flakes. Anyways. I stopped and looked up, trash bags in hands, snow hitting my face and I smiled. It felt nice.
The falling snow last night. Why is snow and rain so wonderful to look at while at the same time so insanely hard to photograph properly? It annoys me.
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Frost everywhere. Glimmering. This was through the window, because I didn’t feel like freezing the nut off me. (I got two, but I assume one of them will take a hit for the team and protect the other one from the cold like a freakin’ Tauntaun.)
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The edge of the world.
I have a problem with this that photography, when it’s not manipulated, is treated as some holy object. A shrine of truthful evidence when all we really have are a handful of facts and not much of the context. The way I see it, fact is a cornerstone in both truth and fiction. You need some personal idea, a belief to build on and what you build can either be something you still believe in or something that you’ll snicker at later in the evening when you’re alone.
Photography though, I think, has a different characteristic as well. It always gives you both. When you aim for showing your truth based on the given facts, you always get a part of it that’s fiction. Something that didn’t happen but when you watch the photo it’s there. And when you create fiction, directing everything from scenery to people to the light, you can catch (oh, how I hate this word in a photographic context) glimpses of truth leaking through. At times even a profound truth that you can’t really bring out in any other way.
Hello, I’m Nicklas and I’m a subjectivist. Would probably make a horrible photojournalist. This week, this really was my edge of the world.
Me searching for the home-made ball (isolation taped Kinder-egg-inner-container) in the snow. Night Badminton Extreme. It is far more fun than you’d expect.
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Cold, cold, cold outside. But got a couple of cups of coffee and some beer. So all in all: Operation Outside World was a success.
There’s been this snow happening and I like it. It meant I had to wear my scarf today — to me, that was today’s high-point. It is superwarm. Long enough to be worn by two if one doesn’t mind looking like a pair of awkward idiots.
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