Wanted to go to Icelands beautiful Westfjords for some hiking and tenting but ended up at the European Championship in Swamp Soccer instead. It was the weekend in August when the small town of Ísafjörður turns into a bustling city, attracting as many visitors as there are people living in town.
Swedish newspaper, Borås Tidning, was interested in publishing my reportage.
I think of moments when I came across people on the street. People I would have loved to photograph, but did not for some reason. Probably assuming they wouldn’t like to be photographed. Why, I don’t know. It’s a strange thing to think. People like to be noticed and often feel flattered when you take their picture. Anne and Rudolf, who I met during a short trip to Rostock last week, didn’t mind. And I’m glad I took up my camera. They gladly told me about their lives. They “have seen it all”, as Rudolf says. Anne is 90 years, Rudolf one year younger and their marriage has lasted over the past 66 years. I’m happy that I have some pictures of them, and not only in my memory stored under passed moments as so many times before.