It’s early morning. I’m used to waking up with the sun, so my brain is slightly confused with the fact that it’s still light when I go to bed and wants to wake up with the sun at 3 am. Today I managed to hold off until 6.30am, but now I’m awake, tired but not able to sleep.
We’re staying outside of Stockholm, Sweden at my mother’s house. It’s not the house I grew up in, but I’m still surrounded with so many things familiar. Books, paintings and small things bring me back to my past and every move is a trip down memory lane. As I write this my email inbox chimes and lets me know it’s not happy, not happy at all. I’ll have to attack it today, get back to business.
I’ve just arrived in Sweden after one wedding in Italy and one in Austria the weekend after. You will definitely see more from both those weddings, and the people I met, further down the line.
My goal is to blog more, it really is, but being on the road has made that more difficult. Trying to find some sort of routine is essential. I have a feeling that this bad habit of waking up before everyone else in the house will take care of that.
This is a photo I shot the other day in Deutschlandberg in Austria. You can’t tell, but it had just started raining and I’m standing on a slippery slope to catch this photo of the wedding venue. After I pressed the shutter I lowered my camera and had one of those moments. I looked around me and thought to myself, what an utterly weird job I have. Strange, but fantastic.
I guess that’s what I do now.
Shooting castles in the rain.
It doesn’t make my life feel less surreal, I’ll tell you that.