Yesterday, the temperature in Stockholm City reached +30.3°C and the highest in the country. A respectable value indeed - but nothing really that rare. At the same time, here in the southern suburbs, it only reached to 27-28°C, and it never felt hot - but pleasantly warm.

This warmth will soon diminish, due to a cold front coming in from the west - a cyclone which already passed Ireland. This could lead to thunderstorms tomorrow, and then the temperatures are expected to drop to 22°C, and later below 20°C - which would then be lower than normal.

Yet, it is all within the spectrum of typical Swedish Summer. Nothing really to write home about.

Doing the Fuji GFX

I find myself taking lovely images of my surroundings with this camera. I believe it has something to do with that i try to maintain higher/better shooting discipline, since it is after all a digital mediumformat camera, with higher demands than normal.

Nevertheless, the camera has hugely grown on me - despite that everything is slower, and more clunky compared to a digital mirrorless fullframe camera.

Using the Fujifilm GFX 50s II without tripod - I can only say, that because of the internal stabilization - it does make it easier to handle such high resolution / 51 MP even at not so optical light. I find the quality to be superb - and do not shy away from using it during twilight in the city.

It is a remarkable camera

for sure - even if it isn't the latest sensor with (better ?) AF. I am often very careful with the autofocus on the Fuji GFX, and make really sure that it hit things correctly. Sometimes (i measure AF, and check at high resolution that it is at infinity - and then switch the camera to manual focus). That way, I know that the focus stays fixed in place.

I feel like a guy who is stuck

at the mind-age of 38-42 something. Which is highly confusing, because well... when i look in the mirror i am older, of course. Not like 58 really - it looks more like 50. I also don't feel physically old, either. It isn't reflected in the way the numbers insist on telling me, "You are / I am 58 years old". But the question remains about the what and where am I in all of this "Ralf life" experience ?

I sometimes don't know really what to make out of it. It feels... a little bit like stuck. Kind of "too afraid to change" - but then I also have to ask myself, if change is the magic word - I wouldn't know what to change it into. Of course I am well aware that I do pretty much the same like always since the past 25 years. Almost like a metro line railway. *LOL* Is that a thing older people do ? Getting stuck ? Or doing is it; "doing same thing until the end" ?

What does that even mean ?

Really strange. This human life experience, I must say.