My father.
My dad.
He is no more in the house of my mother.
He is no more available on the phone.
His body is in town.
His soul is with God
and with old loved ones
that died before him...

His voice is within me.
His memory will stay alive.
Remembering the kindness,
the unconditional love.
Remembering when he layed beside me
telling me stories
when I was a little girl.
Remembering our little constructionprojects.
Remembering his encouragement.
His good intentions...

And it seems very, very possble
we WILL meet again.
A very fine thing to believe!

Now and then.
Click below to see the little movie from December 2005.

P A P A Y A


Please go´n enjoy youreselves here!!!!





Vad har jag lärt idag?
Hur man enkelt får in en stor bild i Bloggen.
Hur viktigt är det - egentligen?

Mer?
Vad har jag lärt mer?

Dagen har gått.
Den är slut.
Hur blev den?

Får jag en ny dag av dig igen i morgon, Gud?
Har du något förslag till mig vad jag ska göra med den?

Welcome back, Uschi
from where ever you´ve been.
Hoping you´ve been well
and that you still are!

HELLO Marie-Louise,
Ingrid,
Roberta
Mansuetude
Hello to all of you
kind and sweet "blog-friends".

Life is so strange. Don´t you agree?
This would be the perfect moment to begin a book.
It would be a thriller.
I have no idea what it would say in it.
But it would be about someone
on the border to being bancrupt
who is a month from having no savings left.
But it would end happily.
That´s all I know.

Life is strange.
Before this wonderful summer
I was CONVINCED
I would have a commission to work at
starting in August.
Of that became nothing.

I have no income to expect.
(OK, I have an income
to keep us going for two weeks
coming up
to be reall frank with you.)
But still - ofcourse I keep having expenses.

I applied for a couple of jobs yesterday.

I am NOT the one in charge of my life.
You are not in charge of yours.
The only thing I feel certain about
is that somehow I am in good hands!

I delivered a little girlsportrait last Friday.
I begun her brothers portrait today.
It will be beautiful.
He has curls.


Pictures here for you.

My friend - lets call her Makaka -
came to my birthdayparty
that was celebrated on the floor
around a nicely set blue tableclough.
Makaka gave me a big towel
with the number 22 sewn on it.

And I begged her
that she would give me a towel
everytime I´ld turn a double-number.

Eleven years later I got a towel
with the number 33 sewn on to it.

Yesterday was not a perfect birthday
(sorry for complaining)
No towel turned up...

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The day before yesterday
was like a fairytale!

Noak and I went with Ingrid to her church...
We walked home together
in the warm, comfortable weather...
She invited us for lunch in her flowergarden.

Yammy sallad.
Nice company.
Sunshine.

Noak walked in and out the house.
Ingrid and he had a secret
they toled me...

My man called and came over too.

After lunch
Ingrid put a scarf around my eyes
so I couldn´t see anything
and Noak led me gently
in through the house
and out into the shade
at the other side.

Ingrid took of the scarf
and they all started to sing
"Ja må hon leva..."

In front of me
was a BEAUTIFUL table
dressed in a white linen clough.
It had old birthday cups - golden and white -
from Ingrids grandmother Hilma,
There were roses,
something good to eat
- still the same good company
There was a gift and a card...

I received notebook!

(I don´t think I had toled Ingrid
how much I lately had come to LOVE
a reall notebook
and a nice pen to go with it.)

So it is.

I love my pen and notebook
even more than my laptop
these days!



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And
today
I got a towel
from Makaka
with "Olga 44" written on it!



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The day after tomorrow will become tomorrow
tomorrow will become today.

Like pearls on a torn necklace the days are rolling.
Throw yourself to the ground and look for them
you won't find them any more.

Today will become yesterday
and yesterday will become the day before yesterday,
don't let it happen!
Catch today!

Ilse Aichinger

Consider me an experiment!

Can a dreamer reach her goals?
Can she?


I was discouraged the other day
after talking to a very practical woman
a farmer
who is in full controll of everything.
-I was overwhelmed by all the things to consider
for turning my dream into reality.
Allthough, she didn´t mention anything I didn´t allready know.


then in order to cheer myself up
I wrote a more detailed list
on how that house should be.
Preparing myself for it to come...


Yes, I know pretty well what I want
Now, to make it reall - I must find where it should be.


And I answer myself
that I do think a dreamer can achieve her goals
if she is a serious dreamer,
if she puts an effort into it,
and dreams well.

The Swedish Reality

If I sell products for 1250 Skr
I get 400 Skr left
for my living
- after that the State has taken what it demands.

Wednesday made me happy



I photographed Paloma Madrid and Tanja Tuurala



a joy waching the two dancing!

Vote for Maria :: in this competition!

In her garden


No... this is not in Marias garden.
Maria lives here.
This is last evening
in Ingrids little paradize.

And I ask -
is there anything better than
a garden in the end of the day?

Uschi, are you very good with plans? Can you help me make one up to reach that dream FAST? Or is there some other extreme good planner out there?

Beautiful summer -
warm and nice!
In the afternoon running in the water
in Erikslundsparken.
After dinner
a nice telephonecall
from Fröken Tuula.
In the evening
visiting Elisabet.
Falling a sleep late.
Happy.



Yesterday

Yesterday this lady
had strawberrycake
in the garden
together with the man below
and many others
celebrating Göran
turning 50.

Really trying

Have to learn
how to get the right brightness/darkness
of my photographs.
How to get a good technical quality.
Really trying to learn now.

This is Lennart!

The Assistent
This is Frida
she will help me
when I am to photograph
a new-wed couple.
Frida is my assistent :-)

We had a great day today
checking out the place where
we should take pitures.
We ate fruitsallad
talked
and went swimming.