A borrowed old camera

It was the summer of 2006. I was 14 years old and bored – not yet into boys, not overly popular with the girls. An in-between kinda girl. 

Roaming around the house, my eyes found my father’s camera. I picked it up and figured out how to work it. Two buttons. One for on and off, one for taking the picture.

I decided to "borrow" the camera and over the next few months photographed almost every detail of my small town life, living on the southern coast of Sweden. A small town where everybody knew everybody, and always had.

Early on, I figured out I wanted more. I wanted to travel, see new places, speak a new language, create something and make a difference in the world.

I had never been to England before but I thought it would be a good place as any to start. And here I am. Still madly in love with photography. Still chasing my dreams. Still wanting to make a difference in the world. But with a bucketload of lessons learnt, and a much better camera! ;-)