Land of the giants

Livet återvänder till Botan i Lund.

Klot

Helt plötsligt dök Ulf upp i spegelbilden...

Månskära över Väster

I Bokskogen

är det fortfarande mörkt, men det tidiga morgonljuset strålar sej in i en glänta.

Full course yellow

 

Råbock i soluppgången.

Bum Bill Bee

Searching for a quick fix, the nectar addict rushes past.

Valpen Zäta

visar vad hon tycker om närgångna fotografer.

Dry Mud

I really like deserts. Especially when they're neat.

Smaka fågel?

Heads up

So I guess it's portrait frenzy days here, huh?

A handy portrait

On the Inside

Just like the little light inside the refrigerator, illuminating all the tasty stuff.

Yellow Fever

Ripples in the ocean of wall.

Creepy crawly

Vid vinkel i Viken

 

The Tunnel to the End of the Light

I predict that sewer swimming will never catch on as a popular extreme sport.

Hej då vinter

Shivering Sands

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

--P. B. Shelley, Ozymandias

Cordage

Or just a string theory.

Topsy-turvy

I was going to post this one upside down. But after looking at it that way for a while, I got seasick. So I won't. So I didn't.

Springtime

Floodland

Time for a little parkour light.

Slideshow

You'll need one hell of a toboggan for this slope.

"Monolit"

I ensamt, 15 meters majestät på hygget.

Gammal...

Här kunde det stått en text, men jag vet inte om jag gillar texter till mina bilder. så ni får tillsvidare tänka er en egen text.