Some time ago, I came across a book entitled The Seasons , written in the 18th century by James Thomson. I have created the texts in this book by translating, deleting, adding, combining words and writing new ones, inspired by the poems I found. I started taking photographs inspired by these texts and looked for connections between the words and the things I saw in my time, in my life. I cruised between the fall of kings and gods, roaring floods, a beauty that may be stupid in the heart, drowning people, an I , a we , a conversation with a you , the memory of a first derailment, the small life going on, and the big one, the apocalypse, a rattling gaze that holds what you look at in the threads, a howling child, and a song. Helga Härenstam