While making the covers for the mix-CDs, I’ve had to go through tons of photographs. I take so many pictures, and then I forget that I ever took them – but now I was reminded of how many incredible things that I’ve experienced during the last four years, and how many great photos that I’ve taken (or been in). It’s fun to look at, and remember.
Like this. Isn’t it just weird, how a thing like that can grow in the middle of the stone desert of Namibia.
While snow storms are raging in Stockholm. Old oak by Stockholm University main campus. I wish we could have another winter like 2010-11. Now, it’s barely even fall-cold.
Isn’t this incredible, so green and, ah, intense? Taken by Hanna in Redwood National Park, California, last year.
This is what I should have given my mom for her birthday, nice and big in a pretty frame, something for her to take with her to Liberia, to show all her important friends over there: “this is me and my daughter Katja, when we roadtriped down the coast of California”.
At the Uppsala University botanical garden, a completely forgotten winter day outing from a year ago.
And in the mess of writing my bachelor’s thesis, I completely forgot to even go through and delete the crappy pictures taken during the early spring of this year. Like the tens I had taken of the chocolate semlor that me and Natalia made.
Or the mostly blurry ones from my birthday dinner. (Happy Frida, Natalia and Hannes.)
Ah, well, I’m a helpless nostalgic (sweating in Monrovia). But what I’ve realized is: I should really start taking more pictures of people, especially when I’m traveling. All the incredible and amazing people that I’ve happened upon in North America, Liberia and Europe, couchsurfing or on trains, I only have pictures of from afar, or not at all. I should start asking for a photo, not think that it’s embarrassing. It’s so nice to remember with, afterwards.
Katja Malmborg 