Fotowettbewerb Bild 26/ 27: Alicia Hamberg
The first one (me by the sea) has been published before I think --facebook or my blog or both, I don't remember anymore, it's a while ago! -- but the second one has not been (it's pretty new, too).
The photos are basically two snapshots of my life in the north! Neither of the photos shows more than a shadow of me. There's a reason -- I thought these photos were more interesting, as far as the surroundings go. They show two places I like a lot, two places which often feature in my photos (but usually without my ghostly reflections!). One is from our cottage on an island in the Stockholm archipelago. I go there when I can, to enjoy tranquillity and silence, to watch the stars one can't see in the city or to see the moon cast its beam of light across the otherwise black surface of water, to be close to the sea and to walk around aimlessly, looking at and smelling nature. The cottage is so close to the sea that it feels as though it's in the sea, and sitting on the veranda means watching many ships go by: cruise ships, freight ships, boats of all kinds.
On the photo I stand facing away from the sea, the porch windows behind me, an indoor window -- from which hangs the ship in a bottle! -- in front of me and on the other side of that window is a room with yet another window. The reflections are mixing together. Most importantly, perhaps, this is the place I long for; it's winter now, the cottage is virtually inhabitable. The other photo also shows a contrast to city life, even though it is actually in the city. It's a garden close to where I live, and I and my mr Dog walk there very frequently, since it's situated conveniently on one of our standard routes.
The place is Rosendal's Garden and pictured is a gazebo or greenhouse (I've never figured out just exactly what it is, other than a versatile little glass shed!). I appreciate how this little building always turns mysterious on every photo. And the ghost of me -- barely visible, but look closer! -- melts with the trunk of the tree reflected in the glass. The entire garden -- which contains a lot more than this, including a rose garden, a small vineyard, shops and a café -- is a very special place, almost magical and certainly different in a very appealing way. I haven't been wholly exempt from feeling conflicted about liking it so much, though, because the garden is biodynamic and, although what you get there is far from an overbearing, suffocating anthroposophy, the influence is nonetheless tangible. Of course, that might be the very reason I, in particular, need it. (I can hear Steiner explain why.)