Winter is not the happiest of times in Sweden. To most people it is a transport route to the green and warm spring, a piece of life that floats away and leaves a distinct feeling of emptiness. The ones who have the opportunity flee to warmer parts of the world to create new memories, but the ones who does not walk the slippery streets every day with low heads living in the old ones. Creativity goes down to a minimum, and often I feel that it is more productive to stay inside watching tv than to actually getting out there shooting, or whatever you usually do to stimulate your minds. But, and here is the important part, sometimes you have to fight to see something, and this is what I have done creating this series of images. At night and with frozen fingers I have tried to see the beutiful views in life, which happened to be the phenomenon of city lights reflecting and blending in the low snowy clouds creating a pink glow that only is visible this time of the year. In a contrast to the ”childish” colour these skies make, I have chosen to show the not so beauiful buildings on the ground. I think that this conrast, together with the emptiness of night, sets you in a mysterious mood, and I hope that you will know what I mean by looking at the pictures.