You may have become fed up with photos from the air, one after the other. It seems as if the moments in the air are the only moments I have for myself this fall. 

A lady asked for a minute of my time at the gate, waiting to return home after another of my weekly 2-day commutes to Stockholm. She was researching and asked how often I come to Bromma airport. Every week, I replied. “Really? Are you a politician?” she asked. Goodness, no, but I work for a multinational company. By now my carbon footprint is so large I weep for it and the generations required to pay our poor planet back.

(Above the Baltic Sea; October 2015)