Eric O. W. Ehrström

Eric O. W. Ehrström spent years on his hands and knees, squinting at stained-glass windows under scaffolding. He didn’t just snap photos, he climbed into the frames, capturing the way light turns red into honey and blue into midnight. A friend of his once said Ehrström treated every window like a secret told in color.

Tap his Forssan kirkko choir window to see the birth scene glow like a postcard from another century, Jesus wrapped in gold, the stables lit by a single unearthly streak.