ROMAN PICTURES

Being in a gloomy mood I looked through a file with some photographs I took one evening in Rome, some months ago. I had forgotten about them, though the solitary feeling they provided harmonizes well with the grey and rainy dusk lingering outside my window here in Hässleholm. 

I began taking the photos while I walked down to our magazine where I often sit and write, there I ended up looking at some pictures in the art books I have laying around, before I decided for an evening stroll in the neighbourhood, watching the grafitti. A perishable art form that gradually disappears, as I hope my melancholy mood eventually will do as well. When I came home I gave our fish some food and went to bed.

Some friends of mine use to complain that my blog entries are too wordy, so here I give you one with almost no words at all:  

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Early morning, late October. The blue infinity of the sky is reflected in the lake's mirror. Not a ripple. The leafy forest glows in autumn colours. Each leaf with its own nuance in shades of golden yellow, dark red and rust brown. Silence, except for the rustling as I cross over a thick carpet of...
Tidig morgon, sen oktober. Himlens blå oändlighet speglas i sjöns blanka yta. Inte en krusning. Lövskogen lyser i höstskrud. Varje blad har en egen nyans i schatteringar av gyllengult, mörkt rött och rostbrunt. Tystnad, bortsett från prasslet när jag går över lövmattan. Idag har varje detalj sin...
Like many other children, I experienced what has been called a "devouring age", a kind a bibliomania that in Sweden is said to affect kids between nine and thirteen years of age. I do not know when I was infected by it, though it never abated. As far back as I can remember, I loved looking at...
Likt många andra barn genomlevde jag vad som kallas en ”slukarålder”. Vet inte när den tog fart. Så långt tillbaka jag kan minnas har jag älskat att titta på bilder. Flest fann jag i Morfars bokhyllor där jag letade rätt på Alfred Brehms djurböcker, bröderna von Wrights fågelbok, en överdådigt...
Several of my dreams are characterized by movement. I am enclosed by train compartments, boat cabins, or aircrafts. Often, I have forgotten something, the ticket has been lost, the luggage has disappeared, or I have ended up on the wrong train, plane or boat. When I wake up I sometimes do not know...
Flera av mina drömmar präglas av rörelse. Jag är innesluten av tågkupéer, båthytter eller flygplan. Ofta har jag glömt något, biljetten har försvunnit, bagaget är förlorat, eller så har jag hamnat på fel tåg, plan eller båt. Då jag vaknar vet jag ibland inte var jag befinner mig. Ser mig omkring....
A few weeks ago, some computer problems forced us to visit the Apple Store at Euroma2, a shopping mall just outside of Rome. A terrible place. It was a hot, sunny day in the middle of the Italian holiday season and I assumed most Italian families had gone to the beaches, the...
För någon vecka sedan ledde datorproblem till att vi var tvungna att besöka Applestore på Euroma2, ett köpcenter alldeles utanför Rom. Ett förskräckligt ställe. Mitt under Italiens semestermånad, då jag trodde att varje familj försökte ta sig till stranden, bergen, eller...
Our first Roman apartment was haunted. Rose did not like to be alone in the living room. It had a fireplace and the lower half of the walls was paneled with oak, while the upper part was covered with beige, raw silk. It was quite dark in there, but that it was a quite beautiful room. I found it...
Vår första lägenhet i Rom var hemsökt. Rose tyckte inte om att vistas ensam i salongen. Salen hade en öppen spis och nedre hälften av väggarna var ekboaserade, medan den övre var klädd med beigt råsiden. Det var ett ganska mörkt, men trots allt var det ett vackert rum. Själv tyckte att det var...
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