I always wish I knew or could remember the characters and stories that belong with each sculpture I come across and photograph. I know that a lot of them have information at their base… Perhaps it’s this public art that really makes a person feel like their walking with history.
As I wandered the ancient streets of Stockholm, Sweden I came across these pieces. Some were sculptures, some were probably moldings, and others were maybe pounded our of iron or copper. I distinctly remember saying to myself that I was going to focus on capturing as many arch details above doors as I could.
I’d love to hear if you recognize any of these in the comments below, and perhaps sharing the stories of them.
