I is cooking lunch in the office. Crunchy!
C and S driving around with the stroller, while humming on a smooth tune by The Eagles.
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!
J and J moving the speaker… man this will generate pure thunder with my Danelectro guitar!
Yes! Finally we moved in to our new fantastic music studio. I managed to capture J playing like Pete Townshend …but with a bass …and not plugged in.
J with her nice golden Miyata (with Shimano 600) after participating in the annual Halloween bike race Svart Katt in Göteborg. All black. All corpse paint. All evil.
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.
Yes I know, many children on the blog right now… but being an uncle comes with responsibilities. Going to museums for example.
H and S sitting in the sofa after a few hours with some serious intake of sugar and disco music at J and K’s moving in party.
J takes a moment to capture autumn on the go.
J make his skalgubbar debut as a thrift store peacock, an autumn day on Hisingen.
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.
Went for a bike ride with K to the outskirts of Göteborg, here he is repairing a flat in Lövgärdet.
L and H in their very fancy vehicle, racing in the yearly box car race in Lilla Edet. They won! Also they were the only girl team… girl power!
Hard hitting drummer D as toast master on C’s wedding.
P and B leaning somewhere in Jonsered at C and E’s wedding, waiting for the cake.
Single-handedly bringing down the average age on the site with at least a decade, here is E making a mess and feeling good about it on my birthday.
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.