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Oh. I just saw the most amazing movie. (I really shouldn’t have, I’ve had a cold and then I couldn’t fall asleep last night, so I had two cups of coffee today at the advisory committee meeting thingy, which for me is two cups too many, and I’m really exhausted. I feel faint. I onlyContinue reading “I want to lie under a grand piano”

My cousin got married yesterday, and she asked me to take photos during the ceremony. I said yes, of course, because I’m always happy to help. But. When the day arrived and I was there, I almost choked. I hadn’t realized what kind of responsibility it meant. This was their day, and I was there toContinue reading “the wedding photographer”

Apparently, that’s a thing. And who doesn’t love elephants? So let’s celebrate with a picture of this lovely creature, taking a midnight drink together with a rhinoceros at a pond in Etosha National Park in Namibia. And isn’t it funny, that I just finished this design for the front of a mitten today.

Sweden is rushing past my window. I’ve finished knitting a hat for Elin’s baby girl Ruth. It’s been raining heavily, but not it’s not anymore. It is a beautiful country, this land that brought me up. Children are occupying themselves, with running and song. It’s getting dark outside. I’m listening to Veronica Maggio Försöker vaContinue reading “stories from another train (9/8)”

I’m sitting on my spot. The water is calm today. The clouds are heavy, bordered in deep blue, but they seem content with it. Rain hasn’t been promised until tonight. I’m going to take a swim, the last, and then the ferry will take me to Strömstad, to the train and home. One week leftContinue reading “stories from Koster: The last day (9/8)”

There are places that stick. Where belonging isn’t an issue, where getting lost doesn’t feel threatening because it is all part of you. Where pieces of you can fall into place, possibly rearranged after times of great change, but still keeping the essence of you. A place where breathing is a sufficient purpose for existence.Continue reading “stories from Koster: Inner landscapes (7/8)”

  Oh, the incredibly shy Polyommatini. How I wish I had brought my telephoto lens, for all the butterflies.

And it aches in me that I can’t share it with the one person who would understand exactly what that means.