Grandma.

Grandma and Grandpa.

Yep, Burgas. It was a lovely sunset, mid of June ’09, if I’m not mistaken.

And this is Greg. Hey, buddy!

This is Svetla. She’s not as shy as you might think :-P

I don’t remember this dog’s name, so let’s just call it… Doggy.

Haha :-P

Greg’s a playboy!

5 am, Ivan barely got any sleep that night.

Sunrise on the wrong side of the plane. Wish I had done my calculations better. I don’t know why I was thinking that I was heading south. Bummer.

Vienna Airport’s basement, waiting for the train to come. Some huge and merciless mosquitoes accompanied me.

A ramble through Vienna. Loved that bike.

The Parliament from the back, a great building.

The fountain in front of the Parliament.

On our blurry way to das Rathaus.

Hofburgtheater.

The incredible Rathaus. I envy all those people that work there. Not for the work, no. For the atmosphere.

Chicken with something–hot and weird food. Beer was cold and austrian.

Day two. Waiting for die Straßenbahn.

The Parliament. Again.

Heidenplatz. Where the magic happens.

Raiffeisen Bank’s building. Compared to other banks’ central offices this one just rules.

Still Heidenplatz.

Weird instrument. Lovely music.

Stephansplatz. Stephansdom.

Greenpeace and BP. Nein tanke!

Rambling through town. At sunset.

Five girls, same five shots. Like this one. This way.

Setting. Sun setting.

Sunsets, bikes and roses. Where girls are.

Going to the roof.

My bad.

A lot better.

In the tram, going somewhere, reading something.

Kunsthistorisches Museum Vienna.

Heidenplatz. On my way to Schmetterlinghaus.

Well, it was closed at 9 am.

At some point I just got bored.

Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien.

Kunsthistorischer Dog.

Bluish browny.

I think it was she and I think she liked my fingers.

Trust me, real size. Good that it was having a nap and wasn’t flying around.

Tired.

Again, Stephansplatz. Lovely organization! :-D

Photo-instructor.

The Empire strikes back (2010).

Stefan at Stephansplatz.

Ivan at Ivansplatz.

Whatcha waitin’ for?!

Going to Schönbrunn.

This one pretended to be dead, but wasn’t.

Lazy snake!

A giraffe’s butt.

Gorgeous creatures, ugly waters.

Those penguins were amazing! I have a couple of videos of them, so stay tuned.

Forgot to stop down one or two steps.

More penguins. My most favorite animals.

Cody Maverick from Surf’s up.

Haha.

Ivan and the Rhino. Well, the Rhino is in the background. Poor thing.

And Schönbrunn.

The original is in Shanghai, but I liked this one, too. Looks weird though.

Good shot! Love the background :-)

Funny weather – rainy and chilly.

Well, benches are my passion, right after black and white portraits of beautiful girls.

See you soon, CPH!

First picture on the first color film–me right after the ceremony in the Hall of Light. Ivan the Master… in Economics and Business Administration, a.k.a. the social media guru. Haha.

And my mom, who took that picture.

Then my father, the grill master.

And the grill itself :-P

In the car, heading to Stockholm. It’s me driving, I guess.

First picture in Stockholm–going to Gamla Stan.

My mom and I. She’s happy, isn’t she?

My mom really wants to take a blurry picture of that train.

Like this one. Mine is a bit blurrier than hers though.

My mom is proud of her pic. My father is enjoying the sunset :-P

Couldn’t help it. :-)

Just random pics. It was hard to choose 36 out of 72.

A pole right next to Kungliga Slottet. Princess Viktoria’s wedding was next week.

Yep, it’s getting darker, but it’s just 10pm. Took this one in front of Stadshuset and the tower that we were to visit on the next day.

My mom wanted to see Gamla Staden from the bridge that goes over Långholmen. It took us ages to get to it. My father really wanted to drink beer on a bench and to enjoy the lovely breeze. We did that too, but beer was 2.8%, not worth a picture. This padlock, however, was ;-)

Gamla Stan through a 50/1.8D. I hate plastic lenses that’s why I bought a nice and heavy wide lens the other day. Metal and glass in one. Good stuff.

Dedicated photographers.

D200 suits her, doesn’t it? It’s hers once I get D700.

Reflections and laughter.

More padlocks. Didn’t get the idea behind them, didn’t feel like understanding what was written on that sign.

Good doggy. Good morning, Stockholm! Day two.

A sip of Pressbyrån‘s coffee and a bite of Kanelbulle.

Nordiska Museet and my mom. Right after Vasa Museet. I’ve been there two times, but I feel like going there again. I love that place!

At the Nobel museum.

This place makes you feel kreativ. If you haven’t been there, you should visit it.

On the way to Stadshuset and the Observation tower.

Under the tower.

On the tower.

A bike.

A me.

Another bike.

My mom looking for something.

And my father driving us back home.

So, why? Because I love having two rolls of film in the pocket of my jeans. Because it takes me three minutes to take a picture. Because I can’t see the result right away but have to wait for my films to be developed and then scanned. Because I love the smell of emulsion. And because I love grainy memories like these that last forever.

Wanna see my black and white collection? Give me a couple of months to have my darkroom set up again.