Somewhere in Sodermalm on the south banks of Stockholm.
Only 4pm and already light, shape, details of the landscape – all gone. That’s the Nordic evening, coming in like a wave.
But in Stockholm darkness reveals another kind of light, equally as important.
The lights in people’s homes are glowing brilliant white. As I walk the small quietness of the streets I see them all because most windows are uncovered. No shades, no blinds, no curtains.
Glowing stars and snowflakes float suspended from ceilings.
Candle shaped lamps in menorah-like holders peering through the glass from windowsills.
Carefully arranged Christmas lights along small balcony railings.
They decorate the darkness and it becomes beautiful, like an ornament.
I think, maybe, that is the point…