Stockholm was crisp yellow ochre. urquoise waterways and so many shades of rust.
The first time I heard of Stockholm was around age 5. My grandmother would corner me during a long car ride, or one of those finish-everything-on-your-plate-or-else lunches and quiz me on the capital cities of the world. Without fail I mixed up Oslo and Stockholm every time. Helsinki was my favorite, I loved the sound of it, and bloody hell I really hated Canberra, it always seemed too far away to matter.
he Stockholm that we experienced last week, I would never mix up with Oslo. Where Oslo seemed dark and sort of angsty, Stockholm held itself with a certain grandeur, a certain confidence in its beauty, its history, and all that it had to offer. I really loved Stockholm.
I particularly loved Rosendals Trädgård for 'real food' in a beautiful park, and the beautiful Nackareservatet nature reserve for gorgeous runs along the lake!
I've been rather bored with photography for the past few months (and bored is a word that I never use lightly) and so I stole an idea from a dear friend to take a photograph every 15 minutes. My entire family is sick to death of the damn iPhone alarm going off on the quarter, but I think that it helped me to approach photography a little differently. Just a little :) Here are our few days there in little bits and pieces-