Confessions from the End of the Jetty, Borlänge, Sweden
“I remember distinctly the crushing weight of the solitude. Not a sad solitude, but the kind where your brain momentarily glitches and thinks, "Am I the only thing left?" That’s the feeling I wanted to photograph.”
A Portal to the Past
“I found this beauty tucked into the stone folds of the castle complex. Look at that ironwork! The blacksmith clearly had a thing for "S" curves…”