I have lived in Sweden for over a year now, and have been lucky enough to go to the beautiful Lapland region three times. This shot is from my first summer visit, when we walked for ten days along the Kungsleden hiking trail. On our first night in the wilderness, north of lake Abisko, we rested from an exhausting twenty-hour train trip and enjoyed the peace and tranquility of this amazingly beautiful area. In the picture, one of my friends, Martin, from Australia, skims stones on the water. Text and photo: Alexandre Buisse

For someone who grew up near the French Alps, it is a bit sad that the highest mountain in Sweden, Mt. Kebnekaise, is only 2111m [6,925 feet] high. But the gorgeous area in which this mountain is located, in the middle of Lapland, more than compensates for this. Text and photo: Alexandre Buisse

To be the first one on the slopes is a fantastic feeling, on top of
Hamrafjället mountain just when the lifts open. My girlfriend and I are met by the sunrise, which is slightly obscured by a little bit of fog and glistening snow. With cold cheeks and hands, we managed to get out the camera and then we threw ourselves down the freshly groomed slopes. Text and photo: Andreas Österberg

A Sunday on the Gotska Sandön, off of Sweden’s east coast. An endless sandy beach. Text and photo: Daniel Boberg

I don’t really know if it was Sunday but it was memorable. My first gig as a press photographer was the return of the Swedish "hockey heroes,” who just had won the gold medal at the Olympic Games. The crowd was wild and the players unbelievably happy. Text and photo: Daniel Holking 

I helped out at a bakery in Karlskrona while I was studying there. The bakeries in Sweden are just so wonderful and such a part of the culture. Text and photo: Eric Anderson

A long walk on a beautiful winter day at Änghagen on Tjörn. I walked several kilometers in the mountains and forests, with lots of snow, in a pair of shoes that leaked like sieves. I was soaking wet but the positive experiences far outweighed the negative ones. Text and photo: Fredrik Stålhandske


A long walk on a beautiful winter day, past old boat houses that don’t get many visitors during the winter. Text and photo: Fredrik Stålhandske


This is a picture of spring in the Jämtländ mountains. For a long time, the forest trails were impassable, and there were few opportunities for us to reach our favorite cliff. However, the sun doesn’t waste any time; on the contrary, when it begins to work, it does so efficiently, without regard for the snow that has covered the forest paths for almost six months. Spring’s first visit to the newly thawed forest always offers the same intense experience. Text and photo: Hampus Perhamn


The cliffs where we ran around barefoot are still warm. It is a summer evening and we have left Gothenburg’s baking-hot neighborhoods for the archipelago. We put on our bathing suits and select a good spot on the cliffs from which to jump. We fly off the cliffs. The butterflies in our stomachs tell us we’ll soon be in the water. I can sense the presence of a sailboat on the horizon at the exact moment that I am “captured” by the crystal-clear water. I open my eyes even though I haven’t reached the surface yet, and a sense of calm comes over me and spreads through my body – a sense of calm that I can only get on a warm summer evening, far away from the stress of the city. Text and photo: Hampus Perhamn


The Norrland winter has been dark and severe for a long time. To see the sun at all on an ordinary work day is itself a luxury. It’s dark when you go to work and it’s dark when you leave work. Waiting for the days when the sun actually appears, days when you sit can on a frozen lake, unfold a beach chair, set up an ice-fishing rod, close your eyes and simply revel in the sun’s rays – on such occasions, every second is an eternity, every ray of sunshine represents a moment of joy. Defenses against winter’sl eaden sleep are ready to go into action, and bodies, chilled to the core, begin to come alive again. Text and photo: Hampus Perhamn


An early sign of spring – a blue anemone pokes its head through the soil. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Sheep on Fårö island near Gotland. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Fall fishing at lake Lelången in Dalsland on early November morning. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Fishing in the Nordre älv river, near the Kungälv river, one of the best places in western Sweden to fish for pike. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


A beautiful summer day at the Donsö island settlement in the Gothenburg archipelago. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


A late-evening meal in July. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


The search for ”yellow gold” (chanterelles) in Allingsåsskogen forest was a success! Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Summertime. On the way to a tan in the Gothenburg archipelago. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Waiting for an archipelago boat on Vrångö island in the Gothenburg archipelago. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


Apple blossoms in early spring in Vejbystrand, Skåne. Text and photo: Hans Svensson


A frosty December morning in Näshult, Småland. Olivia, 7 and Simon, 11, enjoy a hot outdoor bath in a wood-heated barrel. The ice, smooth as a mirror, covers the lake below the hill. There is a scent of fire, and the cold nips at your cheeks. When there is no snow in Småland, we have to find other, lovely winter activities. Text and photo: Helena Nimbratt


Olivia takes a break from playing in the yard in Näshult, Småland. Newly grilled hotdogs and a big glass of juice are always good. The best hotdogs are the ones where you get to whittle the stick yourself, sit by the fire and watch as the hotdog slowly acquires just the right degree of ”blackness". Text and photo: Helena Nimbratt


The trampoline that is in the garden on Värmdö island, where Olivia lives – that’s the best birthday present ever. Olivia jumps up and down and plays with her best friend, William. Text and photo: Helena Nimbratt


My daughter’s first visit to the Swedish countryside. Her journey began on a blueberry hill. Text and photo: Hussain H. Kabani


My daughter’s first visit to Swedish countryside and this is what she enjoyed doing! Text and photo: Hussain H. Kabani


On a cold Sunday in winter we drove around Stockholm. The weather was too bad for walking. The air was thick with dampness, and the cold crept down our collars as soon as we stepped out of the car. This image, with its warm shades of yellow lights, was a reward for facing the drizzle. Text and photo: Jens Randecker


A cemetery is usually not one’s first choice for a Sunday afternoon stroll, but Skogskyrkogården in Stockholm is an exception. This photo shows the light filtering through the tall pine trees onto the grass below. Only on closer inspection does one see that what look like tree stumps are actually gravestones. Text and photo: Jens Randecker


It doesn’t get much more fall than this. This is a picture of a friend who, on his day off, is taking the opportunity to sit in the sun by a tree and read and listen to music. Actually, we both took the opportunity to revel in the sunny fall day and enjoy simply being alive. This tree is located in one of Gothenburg’s many parks. Text and photo: Johan Eriksson


If you live close to the sea or one of Sweden’s many lakes, it’s easy to go fishing on a day off. This picture was taken on a summer evening on the west coast. I really like the feeling of calm in the picture – even a passing cargo ship can’t destroy the peaceful atmosphere. Text and photo: Johan Eriksson


My favorite thing to do on a Sunday is to enjoy the outdoors on a beautiful winter day, even though the days are fairly short in December. Text and photo: Johan Ylitalo


My family works in London, and as such we usually return briefly to Sweden for vacations. This year we managed to spend a beautiful weekend in the Stockholm archipelago. We stayed at a friend’s summer cottage and used the boat to get to small unpopulated islands, where we paused for a cup of coffee. Text and photo: Jonathan Hall


I took this picture on a beautiful evening last summer. I shot it in a horse paddock outside of Kungsör municipality. To me, this picture defines the Swedish summer. I am standing in the stable, and I have my dog with me. There is a warm breeze, and we have just returned from a sunset ride along the edge of the field. Text and photo: Jonna Fallhagen


We set off on a Saturday, early in June, in chilly water. Awoke in our tent on Sunday on an islet outside of Varmdö island and got back in the kayak right after breakfast. A long-sleeved shirt protects against the sun’s hot rays; my skin is winter-pale but loving the warmth. Text and photo: Josefin Olevik


Washing the dishes after Sunday dinner can actually be fun. Having enjoyed a meal prepared on a camping stove, the washing up takes place on the shore of lake Siljan at sunset. Text and photo: Josefin Olevik


Next to a billowing field of wheat in Ostergötland. It is a Sunday in August, and we have just fished for crayfish and are going to take a walk before the sun sets. It smells like rain, but instead a rainbow with a pot of gold at either end appears. Text and photo: Josefin Olevik


Kattis and I were working at our first full-time jobs with paid vacations. We had nothing better to do with our summer than sit on my balcony and listen to the radio while enjoying mixed drinks. Downstairs, the neighborhood store sold inflatable wading pools. We bought one and filled it with pans of water via the kitchen window. After that, we spent the rest of the summer drinking cocktails poolside. Text and photo: Lars Malmqvist


It is September and summer is slowly coming to an end. Soon the lush greenery of summer will give way to fall’s fiery colors. We are on our way to Utö island, one of the most beautiful islands in the Stockholm archipelago, to enjoy our last days of vacation. Text and photo: Monika Wassén


Working out in the evening on the artificial turf at Stockholm’s Vasapark. Text and photo: Mårten Leo


Exciting exploration of a mine in the Hällefors region. Text and photo: Mårten Leo


Here are my friends walking down to the water and having a good time. It was a warm, late afternoon in July, and the summer seemed to last for a long time. Later we ate dinner on an old boat. We ate tacos, drank some red wine and even had a candelabra. It was all so perfect, and the water behind us loomed black and mysterious. Text and photo: Pierre Friberg


I used to ride with my classmate Johan in his car sometimes. He had an old rusty Volvo 240. Once,  when we were going into the city for a study visit, we were running late and had to use the bus lane to get by the traffic. “Of course,” just on the other side of the hill, police were on the lookout for people who try to sneak into the bus lane. They stopped us, and Johan got a ticket. I took this picture  just before the police stopped us. Text and photo: Pierre Friberg


One of my favorite Sundays was spent heading up the slightly ominous-looking peak of Kebnekaise in Swedish Lapland. After a hearty breakfast, my son, younger brother and I set off from our tent, which was pitched not far from the mountain lodge area (base camp). By evening we were back down,,relaxing in the sauna and reflecting on a day filled with impressions, panoramic views and adventure. Text and photo: Rikard Lagerberg


A sunny summer day on Sandhammar beach outside of Ystad. It wasn’t terribly warm out, and the wind was quite strong so the beach was unusually deserted, except for the courageous bicyclist who braved the unrelenting wind. Text and photo: Robert De Nicoló


We had our bathing suits and towels with us, but they remained on the bench while we enjoyed the view. Text and photo: Roberto De Nicoló


During a summer break from my university I was invited to join a Midsummer celebration with my friend's family. “What do you do for Midsummer?”I asked. The explanation was brief and intriguing: ”Snaps, herring, singing,” came the reply. I wasn’t interested in any of these,,but a weekend in the country sounded rather exciting. Text and photo: Yulia Usova and Martin Botvidsson


Unfortunately, I wasn’t lucky enough to see the Northern lights on New Year’s Eve. All of us – adventurous sight hunters – were hoping for a miracle of nature to appear. Instead, I enjoyed Kiruna in the light of its own beauty – so still and so snowy. Text and photo: Yuliya Sanchenko