Skateboard Park
It's hard to believe this was once the famed skateboard park of Rockhammar. Now the forest has almost taken it back. You can still sometimes hear the laughter of children now old. Smell the blood of scraped knees. You can … Read More
Summertime in Rockhammar
It's been three years since we've been here in the summertime. Without the winter snow to dampen the ghosts, memories of an alternative future flood my heart. It was here at the white table where we sat and grilled sausages … Read More
A winter afternoon
It is 4:10 in the afternoon when we leave Rockhammar. Pitch black is the color of the sky. It’s snowing, so you can’t see the stars, and the only thing to light our way is Karin’s Volvo. Boxy but good.
The Swedish Twin Peaks
The paper factory makes Rockhammar look a bit “Twin Peaks.” What’s weird is that the factory made this village a thriving community back in the day. You can still see the ghosts of that community: a broken down miniature golf … Read More
Power Animal
As we come back to the house, the snow falls hard, and we struggle through a foot of it that has accumulated on the ground. We’ve made it back before sunset, so we’ll be inside before the night creatures appear. … Read More
Tree Fairies, Wolves and Bears
It’s 2:30 p.m., and we realize that the sun is setting earlier than we had anticipated. We’ve been on the trail after dark before, but only on the main path, which is lighted. This part is not, and I wonder … Read More