Sometimes with photography you find yourself ending up somewhere you didn’t even know you were going. You set out to shoot some lovely spring flowers with vibrant colours, blue sky and bumblebees and you do not even fail. But when looking at the pictures you came home with, you find those softer ones with darker colours to be much more appealing, beautiful in a subtle way. It feels like the pictures just found their own way in, not like you created them… I sometimes wonder if that happens to painters, poets and composers, too.
