Joakim Olsson

This is probably not the kind of post that normally performs well here. But to me, this is what photography is really about: memories.

The kind of photographs that make you nostalgic. The kind that, in a way, lie to you.

These photos of my daughter were taken in 2024. When I look at them now, I remember that time with so much nostalgia. But when I stop and think about it, I was actually going through a period where I was sick and physically not doing well at all.

And yet, when I look at these pictures, that’s not what I see.

I see happiness. Genuine, uncomplicated happiness.

Maybe that’s one of the beautiful things about photographs. They don’t always tell the whole truth. Sometimes they capture the part of a moment that we want to remember — and somehow, years later, that becomes the memory itself.

And I’m grateful for that.