On the deck early in the morning on my way to Stockholm. Cold but beautiful.
Yes, it was freezing cold. After about ten minutes on the island it felt as my fingers were separating from my hands…
Winter’s icy grip takes a hold…
New year, fresh snow… Tons of it.
According to meteorologists it’s going be a black Christmas. (This picture was taken last week.) I don’t complain: it feels like spring outside.
Under the influence of Anton Corbijn.