A gray day in November

Wandering through the city of Borås in western Sweden. There is so much amazing public art here, these are just a fragment, but they’re two of my favourites.

Time moves differently…

in the woods. Oftentimes, I’ll take a long walk in the forest and when I return I’ll feel like three or more hours have passed. But when I look at the clock, I’ll see it’s only been an hour or so. I find this odd, as time usually feels slow when you’re not having a

A wild strawberry place

In Sweden, we call favourite places smultronställen (wild strawberry places). I think I’ve found a new smultronställe by this little pond in the park. Spent some time writing here this morning. Now, time to go have lunch with a friend.

By the sea

Today I went and sat by the sea to write for a bit. Then I took a walk on the beach in search of things to put on that altar I’m still working on. I ended up tumbling upon some interesting things.