Goodbye, until we meet again… <3





Insignificant, like dust, you lay by the roadside; broken, unimportant and completely ignored… Who cares about a dead cat anyway?




You arrived in our home, just over 1 year ago, harried by living on the streets as an unwanted, unloved, broken soul. You had me at the first look. Your eyes met mine with great caution and full of fear. When I stretched out my hand you came towards me; smelled me with reservation and finally let me pat you.




A couple of weeks later we were already best friends. You slept in my bed and when I wasn’t at home you were out – wandering restlessly. It wasn’t unusual you stayed away for a couple of days, but you normally showed up for food, at least every day. Your new world was full of exciting discoveries.




Summer came and so did Flora; she fearlessly moved in with her 3 kittens; Tora, Milo and Miso. At first the tiny kittens terrified you, and you tried to avoid them at all costs, but despite your discomfort they all bonded with you, and ran around your paws and played with your tail. Your answer was usually a little sigh before retreating. With every day passing you got to know each other more and more, but you didn’t seem truly comfortable. Yet…




Last week, a stormy, rainy night you disappeared. I let you out in the middle of the night and I thought I’d see you the following day, but the days passed and you were gone. A growing ache inside me tried to get my attention, and I did my best to ignore it. As far as I knew you were out running around, as usual, and would soon sit on my door step, making your original meow. When you were hungry enough.




The days turned into 1 week and I put photos of you on Facebook, in hope someone had seen you. I soon heard an answer; someone had seen an orange coloured dead cat, close to where I live. I hurried into the car and drove off to search, but it was pitch black outside and I saw nothing.




I was driving along the road when I saw something in orange colour, run over, and flat lying by the roadside. I stopped the car and ran towards you. But it wasn’t you, it was a fox, a small fox. I started to laugh, like a mental patient, laugh at the poor animal by the roadside, who no one cared about.




I laughed because it wasn’t you…




On my way back home I wished with all my heart this was the animal someone had seen and mistaken it for a cat, but while back home I got another reply – the cat was on the motorway, on a spot very close to our home. I’ve been looking in the wrong place. The lump in my stomach reappeared and I felt it filling my inside – black and ugly. It was too unlikely it would be another orange coloured cat, it was probably you.




I slept poorly that night, constantly waking up, in cold sweat. As soon as the sun rose I jumped into the car with a black garbage bag, but I still couldn’t find you.




That same day my mother and Hans had been out searching and they had seen something. They had photographed it, but it was so far away, it was hard to see what it was. We went back to find out.




Still I couldn’t tell what it was I was seeing, too far away. I had a whim and climbed over the fence closing off the motorway, ran across it when I had a window.




Once again the lump in my stomach screamed for attention. The, in parts flayed, broken body lay face down with a short tail pointing out from the cat’s back part. Desperately, I looked around me, searching for something I could use to move the body. I found a piece of styrofoam, and I used it to pull the body towards me.




A wave of nausea rushed over me, both from the stench of the mangled, half eaten body and the sight of the tiny paw I’ve held so many times. It was you!




My only thought was to bring you home. How could I leave you lying on the roadside, alone and forgotten? Thanks to a broken windshield thrown in the middle of the motorway I managed to bring you to the other side, and finally back home.




When we returned back home we held a ceremony, I wrapped your broken body in one of my scarves and we put you in the same grave we’ve put our beloved four-legged friends before.




When I think about how they ran you over, ignored you and left you by the roadside to die, my heart aches with pain. The horrible sight my nightmares are playing for me – you lying there alone… suffering. Maybe you even called out for your mistress, but she’s not coming, because she can’t hear you. She doesn’t even know you’re missing…




Tiny, broken, forgotten and deserted, that’s how you lay on the motorway. Nobody cared, everyone just drove by, who cares about a cat?




Now you’re safe, Gustaf, just like you always were with me and I’ll send you away with a few words: you were not forgotten, not deserted, not unwanted nor unloved, you were my beloved cat, my best friend, and I will miss you every day… Goodbye… until we meet again… <3



365 project, theme week 4



Close by my office is an indoor flea market called Kommersen, open during weekends. The building is incredibly creatively and beautifully decorated with striking graffiti, or street art, which ever you like to call it.

I gave it a challenge for a week to take 7 different photos from different angles or on different paintings, and when the week passed I felt I can do more, at least 1 more week of photographs in honour of Kommersen. So, basically there will be more… :)

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365 project, theme week 3



Theme week 3 of my 365 photo challenge project was all about love… All because of Valentine’s Day, which occurred on the Friday of this/that week. Valentine’s Day is also Oh’s and my anniversary, the first time we shared a pillow, so we’ve chosen this day to celebrate our love. Well, mostly we celebrate our love for each other apart. ;)

Anyhoo, here are the Instagrams for theme week 3 – love:

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Stay with me the whole year, and follow my journey. Are you doing a 365, too? Wanna share some of your themes and/or ideas? Inspiration is so welcome!

365 project, theme week 2



Because my first theme week of my 365 project was black and white, I chose the second week to be about colours, and not just colour photos, but in some way symbolise colour, or show colours of the objects in the photos.

This was an incredibly hard task, and especially since I got a horrid pain thanks to my whiplash injury, thus I was forced to stay home from work. Locked inside my small room at home I couldn’t find much inspiration, but I did my best.

Here is the week in colours:

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Stay with me the whole year, and follow my journey. Are you doing a 365, too? Wanna share some of your themes and/or ideas? Inspiration is so welcome!

The 365 project



With New Year’s Eve knocking on the door way back in 2013 I decided to make some resolutions for the New Year after all.

I’ve grown tired of solemny swearing these resolutions, you’ve heard it before, but somehow I managed to squeeze into my head that it was a great idea to vow to do something within the photography genre, and, so, but, therefore – here I am: one promise of a 365 project later.

I’m supposed to shoot at least 1 photo a day, either it be with my DSLR camera, or my iPhone, a minor non-important issue. The point is I need to take that photo! You can follow my journey on Instagram.

From the start, or at least in my thoughts, the promise/vow/resolution was a mere “I have to shoot at least 1 photo a day”, but on its own, it grew into a more engaging type of vow; I needed to Instagram my photos, too. How else would people know if I kept my promise, and how would I be inspired to go on when it felt like a drag?

How people even got by before the internet and sharing every single detail of their lives is beyond me? :O 

It was the second after I shared the first photo on January 1st 2014 I realised I needed to share them with the world once a day. For 1 year. 365 photos. At least.

Different themes for different weeks

2 weeks into the game I realised I needed to come up with themes, or this project was bound to die. Running around shooting random pictures wouldn’t present much of a challenge, no development for my part would come of it, hence the project would be pointless.

Therefore I was in desperate need for themes.

So I made a list (how people survived before making lists is beyond me, too!) in Evernote, my favourite getting-me-organised-program, and I actually managed to scribble down quite a few ideas for themes.

The theme for week 5, for all of you who hasn’t figured it out yet: “black and white”, and these are all my contributions for week 5:

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Stay with me the whole year, and follow my journey. Are you doing a 365, too? Wanna share some of your themes and/or ideas? Inspiration are so welcome, and I’ve only just begun… 

Travel apps


There are too many travelling apps for iPhone, and I’ve decided to try out some of them. I’ll give each one 2 weeks to thrill me, and while I’m not travelling particularly much atm, I will see if it’s possible to register trips retrospectively (is that a word?). I have no idea if that’s even possible.

The main points I’ll be focusing on are: 

  • How simple is it to use?
  • What are its functions?
  • Which functions is it lacking?
  • Does it really make my travelling easier?
  • Can I sync it?
  • How much is it?

We’ll see, maybe some other questions will arise, but atm these are my main concerns.

I’d also like to point out that this is my own initiative, so I’m not getting sponsored or anything. I will post my own opinions and no one elses.

I will start with: Travelog and Everplaces.

Photo of the Week, w 5



Exactly 5 years ago, in the beginning of February 2009, I was visiting the country I’d longed for and felt a special attraction to all of my life – Japan.

I was planning to study Japanese for 3 months in Kyoto, and I had chosen Kyoto because of its historic richness. However, things didn’t pan out they way I had planned, for different reasons, and I was horribly disappointed of Japan. Probably because I’d expected to see samurais running around in the streets waving their swords in my face. I got to see and experience incredibly much anyway, and the period I spent in Kyoto is one of the times in my life I’ve felt truly happy.

My great hero and sensei Miyamoto Musashi left a lot of foot steps in Kyoto, which I happily tried to walk in.

The picture above is taken at the classic sight of Fushimi Inari. I could’ve chosen the classical image, the one everyone shoots, including myself, but I’ve made an effort to be creative and choose a picture everyone hasn’t already seen.

Today I’ve washed away my disappointments of Japan, and I long for the next time I have the pleasure of setting foot in the country, and sure hope it’s in a near future.