City Landscape (Malmö)

In a recent post I showed some of the pictures I took in Malmö last week, today I’ll show some more. I put the pictures in two different posts, as part 1 focused more on people, and in part 2 I focus a bit more on the architecture, the trees of a city landscape. And an obligatory bike-shot.
AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

AREKU street photo malmo malmö-2

2 Responses to “City Landscape (Malmö)

  • Sweetheart,

    well that’s a way to illustrate, the love and wait. Oh yooou! <3
    As if I didn't already see the most spectacular things all around, you feed that way of looking at things. I love that! It's a bit like finding an old friend in that view. It was waiting to come back in and turn me on.

    A growing beautiful story. Oh, all the details in them are truly enjoyable. A feeling that seems to be buzzing. Not overthinking things, not noticing the pain as much. Sure no grand happiness is without a certain pain, but that pain is more in the line of beauty.

    This does fit nicely together. Even that sting of separation anxiety is there; that I think has to be there alongside passion. A pain with reason. Like the waiting, that has the best of reasons.

    The sixth one is so nice. They all are, but that one just kind of attached itself to me somehow. Gave a good feeling. There's also that wanting to hold on to, that I find freeing. Feeling free to find joy in the high of emotions. Love and care rather than drama.

    These images are awesome, they're very close to my imagination of how I want it to be. Or to be seen as. It's a bit odd, in the greatest way, still a bit surprised though. Like caaaake, except a million times better!

    That powerful lust. When it finds a home it should not be underestimated. Less distractions, like the black and white photos, coming forth with its own rules and clarity. Difficult at times, like life, painful, like life, worth it, like life. I'm very happy you shared them! Thank you!

    I'll tell you…
    That kind of race is one that I could handle. The best one will win. I guess you could call that a true happy ending. With emphasis. I’m easily excitable when things just fit nicely together. Finding its rightful place. All change is somewhat scary. It wouldn't be change otherwise. The fountain picture has strangely accurate posing, can't help but feel a bit naked in front of that, which with you wouldn't be bad at all. I’m a bit kooky. So much to love, the clocks and all the branches. Plenty to make my mind spin and feel all sorts of fires. You better put them out and there’s only one way. Up against the wall? By all means, I'm not one to discourage. The attachment now is pretty solid. That is scarier than any change, to give yourself so. I always fear the leaving. Sad maybe, if you don’t think of the joy I feel every time I'm wrong and love stays. To not be left is a great feeling. To be wanted still, despite everything.

    That feeling will always crush my heart with gratitude. In borrowed words twisted, to be told that you're someone. How much it feels to know.

    To grow even further into someone to another one and more. Unreal. I know there would be time to grasp that, but knowing me I probably wouldn't. So far from anxiety as you could come. If there's paradise in this world it would be there. Even the thoughts of get me high, looking down. So ready. Break out of there. Into playful skies.

    Free of doubt that ate some of the dreams. To give you all. It plays those heartstrings almost too violently. Wipes away this distorted face. For a new, with hints of an older but younger self. Who had many plans for things in the future. And so many stories to tell. Before reality hit. I’m happy to say, some of the old before all that has found its way back inside.

    Finding that old friend in me
    up on a branch that held
    all of my visions

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