27 Apr 2015 You never know what you will find on a roll of 35mm film. Now it is rainy season in New Orleans, and here is a picture of Rockhammar. In the dead of winter. We were there in that place. This is proof. 0
3 Mar 2015 The first winter we shivered in the snow under Svampen, blowing smoke with our hot breaths. Last winter there was no snow, but our hearts were still aching from the cold. So many winters in Sweden, but still not enough. 0
19 Feb 2015 At the end of this road, I came to a lake that was all frozen over. I sat on a rock and meditated until a man appeared in the distance. He walked across the ice, and I was afraid it would break and that he would fall through. So I held my breath until he turned into a Red-breasted blackbird and flew away. 0
16 Feb 2015 Along this road we saw a family of moose. Two big ones. Two little. They wore their winter coats all shaggy and dirty from the melting snow. We were right up on them before they leaped into the forest for cover. They did not run away, though. They stood and stared at us from the forest as we drove by, our mouths wide with surprise. 0
28 Jan 2015 I have no coat for the Swedish winter, so I bundle in my padded raincoat. I want to be outside. I want to skid on the snow. I want to walk on water. 0
