I Walk With Giants
““I can’t make you see, if you don’t by now.””
My first contact with photography wasn't an actual camera. It was the View-Master my parents gave me when I was a child. A simple - yet ingenious - toy that had somehow founds its way over the Atlantic when my father moved back to Sweden after years of living in the US.
With it, came a set of mixed discs. A propaganda kit filled with post-war images of the American dream. Sharp and colorful Kodak moments, telling beautiful stories of a country somewhere far over the ocean.
Without any doubt, they all laid the foundation for my seemingly never-ending poetic view of a land where everything is said to be possible. But one disc, in particular, carries the highest responsibility.
No. 112; Redwood Highway II, California USA.
Yes, I still got both the View-Master and the discs. And yes, I still love watching them from time to time.
Now, more than four decades later, I finally got the opportunity to take the 101 north of San Fransisco, up to Phillipsville, Miranda, and Myers Flat, passing through the Avenue of The Giants.
It was a perfect morning, a spiritual experience, and an unexpected awakening.
For those who have, you all know. For those who still haven't? Please go. Walk with giants. They will make you grow.
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Prints available on request.
