I went cross country skiing for the first time since my childhood. Harder than I thought!
This is T trimming his mothers hedges. Electric hedge trimmer, clogs, ladder, no safety gear… this is swimming with sharks or playing with king cobras, swedish single family house style… 100% danger!
This is exactly a month ago now, on the airport waiting for the plane to New York and some exciting work opportunity. Hello USA!
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.
Mid-air workshop! Conclusions so far: bamboo is awesome. We tried to break a small piece in two but 500kg of force was not enough.
While walking through the city of Lyon on my way to the pique-nique in parc tête d’or, a big piece of meat at the butcher shop caught my eye.
It’s powertool tuesday. I’m Working on metal cages for the bois cordé project in les Grands Ateliers de l’Isle d’Abeau.
I’m sitting on the roof of unite d’habitation – cité radieuse av Le Corbusier in Marseille, playing a tune with the guitalele. Magnificent view over the sea and the mountains!
Merry Xmas! Me and the girls took the black sled out for a spin in Vänersborg.
A few weeks ago, the day after coming home from the study trip to Denmark, J moved out from my kitchen.
It’s been a sweet but short summer and the holidays are officially over. Here I am gazing into the horizon in Tylösand. Get this guy as a pin!
Three days left on the cultural building project on Ringön. Smooth skating with stiff cad-shoulders!
More flashbacks! This is me on my yellow no name road bike in France 2007.
Moving time! J and I borrowed two wheelbarrows (sort of) and with 9 banana crates each we walked from Olofshöjd to Kungsladugård.
Well, now I have made it to one hundred cut out people. Skål!
I love the smell of pain in the morning! I have been to France for a week now. Nice to be on the country side, breath the fresh air, listen to the language, and simultaneously eat as much delicious foods as possible.
I’m Walking in Bengtsfors