They say a picture is worth a thousand words . . .


I say a picture is worth a million words, especially if it falls under one of these categories:

  • Spontaneous life. In-the-moment happiness, goofiness, and all-around surprise. Nothing beats these photographs. They are so much better than the other ones. You know which ones I’m talking about. Those where we pose our kids like wooden dolls and hope they stand still long enough for us to get the shot. If someone walked behind us, they’d hear something like:

“Move the left leg back. That’s it. Now, act like you’re happy instead of trying to kill your brother. Thank you.”

“Say, ‘Cheese!'” (Fun fact: In Sweden they say, ‘Omelett!’)

“I know! Look at the sky and pretend there’s a dragon up there.”

“On the count of three, we’ll all jump into the air!” (Okay, this one can slide. Jumping is always fun)

“Oh, do that, but instead of hitting each other, hold hands. Perfect!” (talking about children here, not adults)

These pictures come out with a smile, but they’re missing something else that’s more important than a facial expression–like life. The best memories are those crazy, glaring at each other, one foot in the air, the other in a tub of butter kind of photographs. 

  • Professional photographs. If a professional is behind the camera, and said camera is also a professional camera, and there are lights and flashy things and mechanical gizmos, disregard everything I just said.

Before last week, I only worried about the first type. I took a ton of pictures. Sometimes creative shots, other times posed and stiff and many times, something that could only be called a mixture of the two. But one thing I had never done was hire a professional (portrait sittings at your local department store don’t count). I did spend one day last year with my good friend, Lianne, taking photos for this blog and my Facebook page, which came out quite good. Thanks, Lianne! That spring day with a friend, a handheld camera, and a pre-photography session fika was the closest I’ve ever come to hiring a photographer. I didn’t even hire one for my wedding. A co-worker at the newspaper volunteered to do the job. 

Last year, the Stockholm Writers Group decided to hire a professional photographer to take the photos for their new website so they contacted Tymon of I wasn’t around for that first photo shoot, but since joining the group, I’ve known my turn was coming. Almost two weeks ago, I finally had my session. More than a little nervous, I showed up to a building which could have been pulled straight out of The Great Gatsby, ate some chocolate banana bread, and tried to appear confident and authorly while Tymon set up his mysterious equipment. 

I had a lot of fun. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t all fun. I went first, which made me the lighting guinea pig. Sitting in a chair, not moving, while trying to smize (per the photographer’s impromptu assistant) as the photographer does his best to find the perfect light in the perfect angle wasn’t necessarily the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon (not a poor reflection on the photographer, who was GREAT by the way, just not the funnest activity on the planet). On the other hand, it wasn’t boring (mainly because the previously aforementioned assistant kept making me laugh). Sticking around to watch the other new members squirm a bit during their turn was fun, too. And wow, do I love the results. If you want to see the color photo, pop over to Stockholm Writers Group and click on my square. 

Great photographs, Tymon! Thank you so much :). 

Published by casblomberg

Cas Blomberg is a native-English speaking writer who lives in Stockholm, Sweden.