Photography is Reality Inflicted

All images on this blog were taken by me unless otherwise stated. please share, comment and critique, however please leave captions and tags intact. Instagram: realityinflicted Kind regards, Jimmy Forsman.

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Glasser.

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"All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war." Walter Benjamin.

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Imagine.

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I've just spent two weeks with my parent, I travelled up to help them paint the house, and I also squeezed in midsummer with the family and even a birthday party for a close friend. I jumped on the 7pm back to Skåne where I live. As is defined by the laws of the universe, the train was delayed and I just managed to catch the last connection home and stepped into my apartment at 1pm, ready for a shower and the bed. Lo and behold. I was greeted with a... pungent... aroma. Sometime over the last 15 days my fridge and freezer decided to call it the quits. So ÷ throwing away rotting meat, emptying out everything and throwing it away. Happy now.

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We had a birthday celebration for a dear friend who turned 50 years old last night. I was asked to bring my camera to take a few photos of the day and evening, but I shot this fairly early on and decided that I couldn't really hope to do any better. Him and his daughter, holding hands. Simple is good.

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The Mad hatter/Beyond the Looking Glass.

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"The Mexican filter".

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One shouldn’t poo-poo ones own work, but you have to agree that the premise in this photo is utterly reediculus.

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It is fascinating how the water gently warps and twists.

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Ripples of time.

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Looking at reflections in water, rather than in a mirror, I think gives a slight indication on the shifting perceptions of the world between different people. We can accept the idea that other people see and experience the world differently than we do, but never imagine what they actually see.

For me, the ever rippling, ever changing reflections in a body of water becomes a metaphor for our multitude of worlds. In a sense we live in a multiverse. It is a comforting thing.

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Reflections on Midsummers eve.

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A remembrance of the Fall.

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Lines, actual and imagined, intersecting to create a mosaic of sorts — concrete, light, shadow morphing into an abstraction of themselves.

Etsy.

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A mood piece. Taken at sunrise on Christmas day, coincidentally also my birthday. Winter mood. Also, I've had my first real sale on Etsy. I don't know who it was, but I have my suspicions. Anyways: 本当にありがとうございました。おかげで老人は幸せな気持ちになりました。(Don't blame me for spelling, google translate committed all the crimes.)

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I've been playing around with this old thing again. History in a frame.

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If summer is here, then autumn is just around the corner. Might as well prepare mentally while we can.