Returned today from Northern Sweden with my parents where we took what I’m now dubbing our “Arctic Road Trip”. Activities enjoyed included jumping at the Arctic circle, taking a moose farm detour, visiting the summer stuga (cottage), digging into reindeer meat, riding in a dinghy, fishing, eating surströmming, hiking, checking out Storforsen, trying all forms of lax (salmon), floating (yes!) in a Falu red cottage in the middle of a pristine lake, and lots more all in 3 days.
So I’m currently backlogged sorting through photos and stories while still entertaining the parents here in Stockholm.
Wanted to share my latest BBC essay in the meantime.
The backstory behind the photographs is pretty sweet. I was hanging with fishermen and fishmongers at Ebute Lekki (also online at BBC) when I saw a couple of kids dressed in yellow and green uniforms walking towards the shore.
Curiosity piqued, I asked one of them, Musili, a 13-year teenager who was holding a wooden paddle where he was going.
“Home,” he replied. Across the lagoon to his village.
So I grabbed my camera and started snapping away as dozens of children loaded into wooden canoes and began their daily commute.