Sometimes, when the light is right, everything looks beutiful. In memory small problems seem to dissapear.
I was diggin in the archive and found these images, created with an early compact digital, form the hill we used to live on in Stockholm. I miss the city and the sea. I miss the friends I don’t see very often. And this almost makes me miss the hill with houses, but in fact is was not a very glamorous area. The grocery store had armored windows because of threats, and kids smoked strong stuff in our doorway. After we moved out attic burned down. But in the right light, things can still be beautful… even without a big camera.