IN MY HEAD, IN MY HEART
Every day as I drive to and from work, or to and from the grocery store in the next village over, I take snapshots in my mind. I even caption them, thinking as I do, that I should take the time to stop the car and take and shoot an actual photo, even if just with my phone. The little abandoned building in Östra Ödarslöv, with peeling paint and pale turquoise doors. The huge autumn-yellow tree with a bare crown and a ring of leaves around his foot (“Balding”) The road through Flyingeby, lined with trees, and the huge yellow...