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If I ever win the lottery I will buy me a cottage on an island in the archipelago and a boat and an ocean of things from the warehouse with the blue bag.

If I ever win the lottery I will buy me a cottage on an island in the archipelago and a boat and an ocean of things from the warehouse with the blue bag.

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com

Saturday evening.

Saturday evening.

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com

Swedish electricity anno mid 19th century - hydroelectric power. Once, before 1951 when the mighty gorge Harsprånget at the river Luleälven was dammed, this magnificant river had rapids that was roaring so loud it enticed artists from far and beyond to paint and photograph it. Today this river and many other are tamed and silent. The only sound are from the turbines at the powerstations.

Swedish electricity anno mid 19th century - hydroelectric power. Once, before 1951 when the mighty gorge Harsprånget at the river Luleälven was dammed, this magnificant river had rapids that was roaring so loud it enticed artists from far and beyond to paint and photograph it.
Today this river and many other are tamed and silent. The only sound are from the turbines at the powerstations.

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com

In the pass into Nallo it grows a tree

In the pass into Nallo it grows a tree

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com

Luossavaara looking west - the township of Kiruna which is undermined by the ironore mine and is about to move. The <em>town</em> that is.

Luossavaara looking west - the township of Kiruna which is undermined by the ironore mine and is about to move. The town that is.

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com

Tuesday and Vizelia at my window

Tuesday and Vizelia at my window

Fredrik Ludvigsson

THE SWEDISH DREAM

In my photography I chase the feeling of pensive restrained-melancholy-happy in the almost always so scenic and sometimes so barren landscape of northern Norrbotten. I live in the little village Puoltsa outside the town Kiruna and that is almost as far north you can travel by road in Lapland. This is where I work, often at the same places I try to visit a little less frequently but always ending up not doing. The sometimes desolated impression of this area is not always true, it babbles of life. The viewcamera is a tool and excuse to discover and find out whats behind the next hill.
http://www.fredrikludvigsson.com