Stekpannebröd gjort på fullkornsdinkel, kokt ägg, havrechai, hallon/banansmoothie Whole grain spelt frying pan bread, boiled egg, oat chai (soooo good...), raspberry/banana smoothie
Architecture In Helsinki - W.O.W.
2,25 dl havremjölk
Värm havremjölken - stäng av plattan precis innan det kokar
Låt pannan stå kvar på eftervärme
3-4 hela kardemummakärnor
3 hela nejlikor
en skvätt flytande honung
Låt dra i 5-7 minuter
Sila bort kryddorna
1 cup oat milk Heat milk - turn plate off just before it starts to boil Throw in: 1 whole cinnamon stick 3-4 cardamom seeds (maybe they're called "pods"?) 3 whole cloves Dash of liquid honey Let spices simmer in milk for 5-7 mins Pour through strainer (I leave the cinnamon stick in the cup) Drink!
Blåbär/banancookies (samma recept som tidigare i veckan, men jag plattade till dem lite), te Blueberry/banana cookies (recipe is the same as the scones I made earlier this week - I just flattened them somewhat), tea
I keep saying that I have the best job. And I do. I really really do. I get to meet all kinds of wonderful people. I get to be part of one of the most beautiful days of their lives. I get to freeze their moments. It's an awesome feeling going through images from a full day wedding. I find myself sitting in front of my computer screen with a stupid smile across my face. I captured that. And that. And that. With my camera. Me. I did that. A couple of years ago, I wanted to major in French. It could have been anything really - that it happened to be French is... well, I have no idea why. Might as well have been Arabic.
And then I bought a camera.
A wedding magazine once asked me how long I had been taking pictures. My mind went completely blank and I ended up lying to them, because I felt like such a fraud.
Ummm, 10 years.
Correct answer at the time: 2 years.
If people ask me today, I tell the truth. I bought my first SLR in 2008. So I haven't got years and years of experience, but I can see things. The small things that make a wedding so unique. What good is 20-30 years of experience if your photos lack that little je ne sais quoi (see, I got to use my French skills there - totally worth all those years of student loans - ha!)? A monkey can take a good photo of a bagel. Not everyone can capture those small, fleeting moments. I'm not saying that I'm better than most people - I think I'm crap most of the time and, no, I'm not saying that to make you say NOOOOO, YOU ROCK! I am my own worst critic, believe me. If I spend to much time looking at a full wedding, I end up thinking I could have done better, way better - even if the client loves it. It doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing though. It keeps me on my feet. I'm always striving to be better. To evolve. To create photos that say something. Memories. Isn't that why you press the shutter button in the first place - whether you shoot for a living or just for fun? To freeze what once was?
Take this photo, for instance. Does the love shine through? Can you look at it and feel as if you're there?
I hope so.
I stood on a frickin' chair that threatened to fold under my weight to get it.
Ekologisk tortilla m stekt ägg, mandelmuffins m hallon, färska blåbär, hallon/banansmoothie, te Eco friendly tortilla w fried egg, almond scones w raspberries (straight from freezer - slightly warmed in oven), fresh blueberries, raspberry/banana smoothie, tea
Quinoascones m blåbär, kokt ägg, färska blåbär, hemmagjort iste - utan is. Kanske bättre att kalla det lemonad...
Quinoa scones w blueberries, boiled egg, fresh blueberries, homemade ice tea - without ice, so technically, I guess it's lemonade...
Night Driving In Small Towns - Cast Your Love Around
I'm going to modify the scone recipe somewhat before I post it.
Make app. 1 liter tea of choice (I throw in 3 bags). Let it cool down.
Squeeze 4 lemons and mix with liquid honey - I like it sour. You decide how much you want. You can add some sugar if you want. I don't. I like the taste of honey. I pour lemon juice and honey directly into a bottle and shake it. When tea is cool, pour that in as well and store bottle in fridge overnight. Drink!
It happens sometimes when I shoot a portrait session. The inspiration photos. Look at these - think you could do that? Recreate this pic? And I nod and say yeah, sure and then I do my thing. The photos end up completely different. Which is a good thing. Every session is unique. The photos end up being the photos of this particular client, something I can never recreate in the exact same way. And I don't want to. You can ask me to copy this and that, but in the end, your photos will be your photos. The moments will be your moments.
It's funny - I worked so hard at trying to copy others for a long time. Nothing wrong with copying others - I think it's a phase you need to go through in order to find yourself. But it gets tiresome after a while. Why would you want to imitate someone else? Do YOUR thing and kick ass. I'm not sure if I've found my voice, but at least I'm getting there. Slowly. The photo above is hardly edited at all. Basically straight out of the camera. I didn't even sharpen it.
Why would they pay you to shoot a belly? Can't they do that themselves?
If I had a penny for every time people have come up to me at weddings and said:
I bet that camera takes some sweet pictures...
I would be a gazillionaire by now.
I just nod at them and walk away.
Truth is, you can take an awesome picture with an iPhone if you're a good photographer.
I had a best man quiz me for quite some time about my gear, just so he could go and buy it himself and "take equally good photos". That's what he said.
Equally good photos.
I wanted to bitch slap himand tell him that it doesn't matter what kind of camera you have, if you can't see. Not see as in oh, look a rainbow! See as in see. Really see. With your heart. Cheesy as hell, I know, but it's true. If you can look beyond the surface of people and capture their essence, their true essence, you can make anyone look good. If you happen to know a thing or two about cameras and good light, that's a plus, but real talent is seeing the small things and pressing the shutter button before they vanish. I would even go so far as to say that real talent is knowing that they will take place at all.
But I didn't say that.
Instead, I wrote down the info on a piece of paper while thinking:
Mandelpannkakor m hemmagjord äpplekompott och kokosglass - utan tillsatser. Så god. Hittade på Coop.)
Almond pancakes w apple chutney and coconut ice cream. Sooo good.
Gå till affären och leta efter Österhagens (<<länk till återförsäljare) kokosglass. En liten genomskinlig plastbytta som kostar runt 45 kr (värt det). Eller gör själv. Låt glassen stå framme en stund innan du går loss. Ät med ljummen äpplekompott - receptet finns ett par inlägg ner. Det här var något av det godaste jag någonsin ätit. Nu ska jag iväg och fota en gravidmage. Ni vet väl att jag fotar porträtt också? Inte bara bröllop. Om det är någon som känner sig sugen, släng iväg ett mail till camilla (at) camillasundberg (punkt) net :-)
The recipe is the same as the pancakes I've made before. I've just replaced the flour w almond flour and added a little whole grain spelt. The upside is that you don't stuff your face. They're too heavy - I think that's a good enough word. Heavy in a good way. Downside? There is none. The apple chutney combined with the ice cream (this is REAL ice cream - cream, eggs, sugar and coconut - nothing else) was... words fail me. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my chin.