I like maps. They’re good for a lot of things, including a source of inspiration when I’m planning my weekend photo excursions. Even when you know (or think you know) the area you live in, a close inspection of a map can reveal something you haven’t seen before. Say for example, a murder scene. I’m not kidding, the Murder Scene Marsh (Mordplatsmyran) is marked on every map, provided the scale allows it because it’s a really small patch of bog. If you don’t believe me, take a look yourself.
I made some enquiries and found out that apparently back when someone had killed someone over some money and so the bog became known as Mordplatsmyran. I’ve driven past it many times, but never paid any attention to the place. Now that I saw the name, I just had to go and take a closer look. I found out two things. Firstly, there are a lot of dead trees in this bog which was appropriate enough for the name. Secondly, when you’re standing on the road and look to the bog and then behind it, it actually has a lot of potential – a few weeks earlier when there still was colour in the trees, and in a better light than today, it would’ve made a really nice landscape picture. And honestly, I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever that I’ve ever reacted to this place when I’ve driven past.
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The coal tits are giving me a hard time. I’m still trying to get a good keeper, this is today’s effort.
