Homes in the Land of the Panserbjørne
On my ninth or tenth day of the solstice, the mornings sometimes got a little strange. On this morning, it was around 2 or 3 AM. There was plenty of light, but the heavy clouds cast a blue tinge over the landscape.
And it was that strange time of "night", when you know everyone is asleep and you feel like the only one on earth that is still alive. When everything is well-lit, you also feel a little bit apocalyptic about the whole thing. Was there some kind of Zombie outbreak, and now everyone has eaten one another into oblivion, and I'm the only one left? But it's that sort of dream-state that is good for creating photography. When nothing around is the way it is supposed to be -- then it helps to keep me in a creative state of mind.
from the blog www.stuckincustoms.com