A life-changing way to scan watercolours

This afternoon, I started gathering things I want to bring with us to Åsen (two more days!!). A film camera, and many rolls of my favourite film – Kodak Ektar in case you’re wondering, two bags of stone-ground flour, a glazed ceramic tray, watercolours and brushes. And in the center of the block of cold-pressed paper, I found these illustrations I made two summers or ...

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Stories from a recent past – Romtårta

One morning, we left for Byske as soon as K. got home; with, for only reason, the two horses that he’d seen and wanted to show me. In the distance, a farm broke through the wall of björkar [birches] that lines the road. As we approached, it became clear that the horses had been moved. Instead, we stopped a few hundreds of meters later, way ...

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Something only we know – Our favourite cinnamon shortbreads

It’s still very much winter here in Skellefteå. In fact, we’ve had a blizzard over the weekend; snow, at times twirling around with the winds; and at other times, falling almost horizontally. A western under the snow. Not unlike the Dyonisos album that lullabied my teenage years. Oh love me, Oh kiss me, I’m lying on western under the snow You’re the sky of my ...

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Julhyacinter

Sunrise: 9:22 AM Sunset: 1:33 PM Temperature: 0.1°C Over the next couple of weeks, days are going to get much shorter. This morning, after I went for a sunlit-walk around Nordanå, we potted the julhyacinter [Christmas hyacinths] that we got over the weekend. Now a few hours later, candles have been lit up. In the tree. On the table. By the windows. There is mjukt ...

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Honungssnittar

A story about honey biscuit-slices, Christmas nook and the first advent Sunday Sunrise: 8:57 AM Sunset: 1:51 PM Temperature: 2.9°C Things haven’t evolved much since the days of my childhood Christmases. The tree gets decorated early. Biscuits get baked. So does my mom’s pain d’épices. Some years, Aïda and I will attempt to make marrons glacés [candied chestnuts], which is never a success since most ...

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Lanthandeln

[The country store] Nordanå, Ernst Westerlunds allé, 931 22 Skellefteå Lanthandeln I wanted to do an advent calendar on the blog this year. To document my first Christmas in Sweden. Except that after planning the posts, drawing illustrations, and baking a few – of the many I had on my list – traditional Swedish biscuits, I realised that it actually went against everything I believed ...

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On fields of frost, counting to Christmas and a green smoothie

Stories from the recent past: I’ve finally developed my last two rolls of film, which had some pictures I took back in London! You can see two of them above. The first, taken in Chislehurst, when Kalle and I decided to take the train and stop at a random station. We ended up spending the day at a small pub there, cosying up by a ...

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En semester i Lövnäs, sista dagen

Our last day in Lövnäs ended just like our journey started, with a breakfast made of boiled eggs and danskt rågbröd. Early in the morning, we walked through the forest, searching frantically for a marshy glade. Chasing cloudberries, really. And when our boots sank into the ground, we knew we were in the right place. Around us, thousands of hjutron leaves and not a berry ...

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En semester i Lövnäs, tredje dagen

[A summer holiday in Lövnäs, third day] That morning, we woke up with the sun. Breakfast happened and right before the clouds and the moon disappeared, we set off for another day on the lake. Except this time, we went to Labbas – right till its end, where the little islands are. Of course, I’ve found a favourite, and dreamed of the smallest stuga [cottage] ...

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En semester i Lövnäs, andra dagen

[A summer holiday in Lövnäs, second day] A breakfast made of pumpernickel and boiled eggs, oats and cherry yoghurt was eaten by the rainy window. Soon enough we set off to the lake and had sweets before lunch. We settled for a little island, north of the lake, and as we came to the shore, raindrops started their dance again. In the distance, we could ...

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