I väntan på ett borta som inte finns

Time flies like an arrow

Fractals

Blood pulsates through veins;
through life.
Veins flowing empty,

inside and out.

Winter?

"Jag söker det poetiska i tillfället."

Yesterday I heard a radio interview with Georg Oddner. He has an exhibit at Nationalmuseum that I hope to get to.

I love what the photographer-jazzmusician said about his art. He also said "jag vill inte illustrera språket". A picture speaks a thousand words, but he wants his photos to speak for themselves, not be second to language and words.