Unusual Moments

Yesterday afternoon I took a drive up along Ångermanälven. The plan was aimless driving and spontaneous images. Usually when I want a photo trip like that I go alone. Somehow I feel more free to do those spur-of-the-moment stops, and get lost in my own little world when I do not have to keep others in mind. Seeing as this holiday in Sweden is soon coming to an end–we leave on Sunday night to drive to Stockholm and the ferry–I also wanted to make the most out of these last days.

To my father, nature and the outdoors has a different meaning. He loves it, but he would rather pick mushrooms or fish or take some sausages to grill. Do things. Not sit in a car and wait for someone to pick random routes based on a feeling. And once the purpose of the trip is fulfilled, he goes home. So when he wanted to come along, too, I was surprised. My mother is a little more like me–she sees beyond a forest, beyond the trees and lakes and mountains. Colours and light, magical moments–she gets them, too. But she still laughs at me when I suddenly dive down and fall into the strangest positions to capture whatever catches my eye.

So off we went. Lilli, my mother, my father, Loke and I. We were out for over four hours and not once did I feel restrained from following whichever wonder that grabbed me. And we all enjoyed those hours.

I usually fill up my posts with lots of photos. Today, I am only sharing one. And perhaps not the most usual subject, either.

I wish you all a lovely Saturday. ❤

UnusualFeathers

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