The other day in Sapo National Park, Liberia, we got up before the sun to have a chance to see some chimpanzees. The canopy was dripping with dew and leftover rain, and when the sun started rising, it made the air glow. We sat on logs, listening to the sounds of the forest, and Augustin,Continue reading “chasing chimpanzees (March 27)”
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details of the rainforest (March 26-27)
the amazing plants of Sapo (March 26-27)
The rainforest is hot. And humid. After half an hour’s hike, everything you’re wearing is soaked through, from the inside and out. You drink a lot. It is easy to run out of water. But hey, no worries. In Sapo, they have the water liana. Cut off a piece, and water starts flowing out ofContinue reading “the amazing plants of Sapo (March 26-27)”
mushrooms of Sapo (March 26-27)
That I’m obsessed with photographing trees is no news – anything to do with trees, leaves, moss, bark, especially mossy bark. But what I’ve never really thought about is how fascinating mushrooms could be. I’ve been so caught up by the beauty of trees that I’ve completely forgotten to look for the wonders in otherContinue reading “mushrooms of Sapo (March 26-27)”
first day of hiking in Sapo National Park (March 26)
Our first day in Sapo started with us being invited to introduce ourselves to the village. First, the chief ranger welcomed us to the park and introduced us to the paramount chief and the men of the village. Meeting the paramount chief is a big deal in Liberia, he is the traditional leader and theContinue reading “first day of hiking in Sapo National Park (March 26)”
the sun rising over Monrovia (March 25)
My plane from Casablanca arrived in Monrovia at five in the morning, just before the sun. I was picked up at the airport by mom and an embassy driver, the dawn slowly creeping up on us while we drove into the city. The view from mom’s third floor apartment: Dawn over Sinkor I barely hadContinue reading “the sun rising over Monrovia (March 25)”
in transit (March 24)
I was sitting in the plane, reading a book about the age after the big pandemic, the story of an orchestra and theatre company traveling between the sparse settlements on the North American continent preforming Shakespeare after a flu killed almost every human on Earth. Title: “Station Eleven”, a gift from Natalia, my pop culturalContinue reading “in transit (March 24)”
journeying
Sunday, two weeks ago: I’m on a train between Stockholm and Härnösand. And I am reminded: It is possible that this is the time of year when Sweden is at its most beautiful. The aspen and birch bright yellow, the spruce and pine a heavy contrast. The grass around the small lakes and marshes hasContinue reading “journeying”
readings on the beach
Our last afternoon in Lisbon, dad and I took the train out to the beach, to spend some time by the Atlantic with sand between our toes. It was really nice, lying there in the still summer-hot sun, reading, and taking short swims in the chilly Atlantic waves. A last pinch of summer, before weContinue reading “readings on the beach”
parallell life purposes
In another life, I would have been a bohemian poet-photographer in Lisbon.
Katja Malmborg 