I watch streams of melted ice-cream race down the sides of warm, thin pancakes…finally pooling around a glob of sweet lingonberry jam. No doubt, this Nordic weekly tradition of pea soup and pancakes I’m gonna love. It got me thinking about other food traditions that have gradually infiltrated my world. Growing up, I remember waiting …
“Ha! War-shing-tone!’, she exclaims in heavily accented English. “Obama! I am so happy for you!”, her dark eyes gleaming from a face creased with age. While she’d been prepping for a funeral, I’d pulled her aside for questions – this old Swedish church lady well into her sixties. Ten minutes after our questions had been …
We’ve all taken photos at some point where images and other oddities are “captured” in addition to our subjects. I remember once while alone in a cell in Auschwitz, I was having problems with my flash. Once I finally got it working, I snapped the picture only to develop it and find two “faces” in …
As unnatural as snow and ice feels to my being, ironically I always find myself in Sweden during deep, dark winters or nippy autumns. Rushing to the embassy with that familiar spring of excitement to my step, I’ve pretty much nailed down the protocol. Was in and out within minutes. Heading to Sverige for three …
I’d previously discussed Lagom – that difficult-to-explain concept that Swedes live by. Extravagant displays of emotion are rare. This photograph was shot at the Stockholm Jazz festival which I’d dispatched from earlier this year. What struck me was the demeanor of the crowd. They were listening to a high energy jazz band.
This photo taken in Northern Sweden was selected as part of the Guardian.co.uk’s Been There contest finalists for November 2008. Another photo had previously made the Guardian UK’s August 2008 photo selection.