lonely santa.

[canon av-1]

this is ängås christmas market, last winter in gothenburg. 
this winter is full of snow, and i am in stockholm. 

thanks to all of you who come by here sometimes.  
and today; merry christmas!

july.

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and we left gothenburg.

midsummer in a bag.

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breakfast with friends. you and me and strawberries. rain. bad movies. a walk to the bridge.
very calm compared to last year. 

one night in the year of risotto.

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a ten minutes walk...

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from our temporary apartment in gothenburg. 
and there was the sand and the rocks and the harbour. 
quite nice i must say. 
luckily sara lives there now, so i know that someone dear can enjoy what we once enjoyed.

when everything else is dark you can always rely on the...

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korv kiosk!

fika.

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let's talk, let's have coffee, let's meet by that street.

fikapåstan!

dear gothenburg is melting.

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kville reality.

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this is kville. this is where i work for the moment.

1. looking at the house.
2. looking from the house. looking at the bridge.
3. looking from the bridge.

light sleep.

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we have an extra window by our bed.

boule.

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spring spring spring spring spring.

albin.

[diana f+]

the one and only brother was here this weekend. and spring is approaching now.
good times.

majorna.

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nu är vi här.

we are here now.

bengans.

[fujica st801]

boeuf.

[fujica st801]

practising the french cuisine.

memories.

[canon av-1]

catharina. erik. february. flee market. veggie dogs.

nomad.

[fujica st801]

i am travelling.
far away love and friends make me move.
crisscrossing scandinavia, exciting, exhausting.
spending time longing. that has been reality in recent years.
why do i want to be everywhere, maybe ending up being nowhere?
half here, half there, half gone.
is one meant to adjust to only one place?
thoughts from a train, heading for gothenburg.

surströmming.

[fujica st801]

fermented herring.
a traditional dish from northern sweden, famous for it's odour.
many people open the cans outside, but not per and linda.
they open them in a plastic bag, as the trained surströmming-eaters they are.
we ate on their balcony.
bread, butter, potatoes. red onion, hard cheese, tomatoes. herring on top.
my second attempt in life to eat this dish.
i started off warily, small pinches of fish that could barely be seen.
i ended up gloriously, one whole herring on each piece of bread.
the thrill, the chill, the beer and schnapps.
evert taube sang hoarse songs from the stereo.
there is no going back now - once a year is maybe not enough.

you and me.

[fujica st801]

korv kiosk.

[fujica st801]

hot dogs in majorna, gothenburg.