From the depths of my fathers photo archive… R and P hanging around in the harbour, when R got his drivers license in the seventies or early eighties. Happy times!


When the Swedish version of hurricane St Jude, a.k.a Simone swept in over Göteborg, the wind force was a bit disappointing. Here’s P and A walking against an insanely strong though anonymous wind a few months before.


I spent the weekend at my sisters farm, enjoying the life as a farmer and the yearly shit shoveling tradition in the stable. Here I am watching the big pile of horse shit rolling out on the Oliver Superior shit spreader machine from 1939.


We had a nice barbeque evening when the neighbours black cat showed up as he always does (even though he might be a she) …killing the mood and seeking attention. Here he got some attention from J.