Phone Home

When I was a kid, my all-time favorite movie was E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. There’s a scene where E.T. sees a telephone and says he wants to “phone home.” I’ve never forgotten that line.

Throughout this trip, every time I saw a payphone, I felt the same pull. I wanted to call home. I wanted to hear a familiar voice — a friend from the Dome Crew, someone in my family, anyone. This photo was taken on the train platform in Lund, and it became part of a running series I took across Europe of all the different phone booths I came across. They all represented the same thing: the growing homesickness and the quiet desire to connect with the people and the place I had worked so hard to leave behind.

Reflections on the Höje River

The lights from Lund Central Station reflected beautifully across the calm surface of the Höje River. Standing there in the quiet evening, I watched the platform, tracks, and overhead structures shimmer on the water. It was a peaceful moment after the chaos of the night before — just me, the river, and the glowing reflection of the station.

Swedish Mailboxes

These two mailboxes outside the post office in Lund were part of the Swedish postal system. The one on the left was for Brev (letters), while the one on the right was for Lokalbrev (local letters) — mail that stayed within the local area and was typically delivered faster.

An Evening of Music

One of Joe’s roommates grabbed his guitar and started playing for us. After the chaos of the night before, it was a calm, almost peaceful way to spend the evening — just sitting around, listening to music, and hanging out. I really liked these quiet moments in between all the partying.