Skärholmen Tbana, Konst Ulf Wahlberg

 

There are actually 23 panels to show the change of light and the impact 

(or really I want to use both effect/affect together, because I think there is both a change on what one can see, and what one might feel in relation to what one thinks is being seen) 

on what the viewer might be able to see from sunrise to sunset at the light changes so perhaps what shapes one is able to make out.

The panels run of the back wall of the South bound tracks.

This is one of the stations I thought I wouldn't be able to translate well. So I had taken photos years ago, but never bothered to post them (and this was before the now ye olde instagram).

The panels are displayed in such as way that an empty station and a full ten minutes to pace along and choose different vantage points to look at them are important for a real impact.  That said, they look interesting from a passenger window when the train is moving along the other track, being that far back and seeing them a bit in a way that works like a flip book is interesting.

The photos are from New Mexico- and the photos feel like the photographer was new to the desert and the way the light plays there, and wanted to try and impart that here, in a place where the landscape and the light are so very different.

 

The change back to Hökarängen has been a shock.

 There is a still a week of March left, and although I know the equinox has passed, I can see no signs of spring here.  But, my neighborhood is still a construction zone, the extension of our street, the building (and blasting of rocks to achieve this) of four new apartment complexes, and the kindergarten are still in what looks like early stages- there are container offices, huge construction vehicles.  Felled trees, open trenches with what I assume is infrastructure or upgrading/additional water mains or sewer lines.  The small woodland areas that were a large reason I liked our building so much have been diminished and I am not sure when I will get over that.  Plus I feel selfish, as there is an obvious need for housing, and I am only thinking of myself.  

 

Into the wilds go the house cat and the alley cat.

As we were displaced for about nine days, and also had a concurring opportunity to volunteer up around Soldiers Beach, on Maria Island- we decided to give tent camping a try.  We lucked into beautiful spots up where my dear neighbour took me (six!) years ago.

We had good weather, hot for Tasmania but when you are camp on the edge of various beautiful beaches, the heat can be nice.  Our state is a bit of a geological wonder- so we get white sand beaches, pink sand beaches, beaches ringed with bright orange rocks, and we even went out and saw a beach with dark red rocks.

Campsite #1, pink rocks and clear, clear water.

To be fair...Tasmanias' tourism boom can definitely be felt, there are more and more tour operators, and one morning we had a drone flying over our tent.

 Campsite # 2

 Campsite # 3, I love the imprint between the wallaby feet from its tail.

Last Campsite hours from Darlington, Maria Island.

We did have one night inside as 'someone' caught a cold as soon as we left (I have decided he might be a 'house' cat), I managed to stay well until I got home, but today, day 3 home and I am miserable.  We need to unpack, but our first 2 days home were so busy and I think mentally I knew at least we were moved back in, so I can't seem to do much today, or for very long.

I love camping, but I do also love electricity.

I think we might be destined for a camper-trailer.

The weather is still hot, and I love time in the ocean, but we leave for snow in less than 2 weeks.  I suppose a nice snowfall will set off my tan...