wednesday evenings.

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sisters eating pasta and cookies, watching a silly (but oh so enjoyable) tv show.

sthlm daily.

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two morning views before diving into the subway system.
first it is the street and the sky. then a left turn; the square, the elevator, the water.

osloctober.

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miss you.

ill and local.

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have been more or less ill for weeks. it is not only bad. a good thing is that when i only
have the energy to walk a few blocks, the neighbourhood is interesting enough . another
good thing is the boyfriend leaving gothenburg to accompany these small walks.

all saints day.

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spent at the forest cemetery in stockholm. i heard there were 60 000 people coming

there this first weekend in novemeber. lighting candles by the graves. visiting the

chapels. creeping around in the woods. we were four of them.

i'm sorry.

for three unintentional posts. had no internet for two days and some images appeared here
that shold not have. so excuse me for some disturbing elements in your feeds. they are now
removed.

the story about the dog in the sea and the man on the land.

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1st of october.

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was still summer on the island of sand.

off again.

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copenhagen is calling. this exhibition by per olaf fjeld and emily randall fjeld.

perspectivism.

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and yellow.

sunny frisco.

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foggy frisco.

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april. after arizona, before new york, i visited elly in san fransisco. two days. lomo
redscale film in the old canon. foggy days and summer hats.

sorry for being absent a little while. have spent some days at a cemetery in southern
sweden, measuring a chapel. now i'm back in stockholm with a little cold and a lot of
sacred inspiration.

memories.

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

nomad.

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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.

chestnut.

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the autumn is not depressing. on days like today.

surströmming.

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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.

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