But for now, I run to the chaos of motherhood. I bury myself in it. I write it down without ever using a word.

the storyteller and visionary behind the camera. Hailing originally from Sweden, thirty-some years later life has found me nestled in the beautiful area of Wash park of Denver, Colorado. I spend my days somewhere in the place between the mad whirlwind of motherhood and the constant ache of creating meaningful art.

The path to photography was born out of my deepest need to hold on, while still letting go. You see, becoming a parent changed me forever. I suddenly saw life so crystal clear with the birth of my first son: My children are who I once was: innocent, uninhibited by the world, playful, creative, untamed. This version of them will steadily fall away under the weight of growth, time, and age — as it did for me as well. I mourn for it already, and wish they could always be small enough for their mama to protect them from every last bad thing in the world.


HEJ, HEJ! I'M LINNÉA

my why

As I look through the photos of my boys I’ve taken over the years, I am instantly transported back to a things that otherwise would grow foggy in my mind. I can once more feel the sweetness of my baby’s cheek resting on me as I nurse endlessly into the smallest hours of morning. I can hear the water splashing all over the walls as ear-piercing delighted screams accompany another round of my boys going to war in the bathtub. I can relive the way they reached for me with teary faces, needing me and only me to fix their boo-boos.

Did you feel something when I wrote these things? A tug in your heart, a flicker of sentiment? Good. This is my why. This is the purpose behind my work. The gift I want to give to others: a touchstone to some of the most special and soulful moments a life can have.

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