Swedish Blues

Life has not quite been the same since returning from Sweden. I still cannot believe that it has already happened. Although it was half a year that I spent there, it went so quickly that now that I am back in England, it feels as though it was just a dream. I suppose life experiences are a bit like that, they are intangible and holding on to them is a bit like trying to hold on to sand in the palm of your hand. Of course, I miss those times, and although it was only in June that I returned, it feels as though it was many years ago. 

I was born in England, and though spent much of my childhood in India, I returned when I was 11. At the ripe old age of 27, I believe that I have finally made a home for myself in Cambridge. It's a city that I studied in as a youth and still study in as an adult. I know most of the little gullies in the Centre and still feel this enchanted with the city. It's a beautiful place. But being in Umea, I felt for the second time somewhere where I belonged. At the lake, that was about 3 minutes from where I was staying, amongst the old, long trees, I felt like I truly belonged there. The first time I felt like that was in the mountains of the Himalayas, where I studied as a child. This sense of belonging in Umea was so strong that it also had the undertones of tragedy. I wasn't going to live there forever; I would only be there for a few months. 

Over the months I spent there, I took a lot of photographs, I didn't really need to add any filters or play around with the camera, most of the pictures are taken as is. 

Love,

Sen x