That I would work as a photographer myself was far ahead. I was a hobby. In spite of that passion.
But then one day the phone rang. I had just finished a temporary job at a newspaper and was more or less desperate for a new job. At the other end of the phone was a director of a local museum who wondered if I could write and shoot for a major exhibition that would open a few months later?
– Sure, no problem.
I hung up and stared straight into the wall for a very long time, slowly realizing that I had promised to deliver around fifteen large images. These, the director had said, would be an important leg in the exhibition.
– OH MY……..!
The thing was, I did not have a camera. Or, for that matter, any idea of how a camera of the caliber needed actually functioned.
But everything works out if you want them to. With a lump in my stomach I emptied my savings account, bought a simple camera and met up with 72-year-old Elisabeth and her horse for a shoot.
This picture of her was one of the fifteen images I delivered. A couple of years ago I won a very, at least for me, important prize for this picture (which I honestly took with everything set to automatic on the camera). The award gave me the courage I needed to start my own business and also the money I needed to buy proper equipment.Today I am freelancing as a photographer and journalist. I mainly photograph weddings, but I also do other kinds of portraits as well as editorial photography for some Swedish magazines.
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