T is picking loads of cherries from a public tree.
This is J sitting down for a bit at a very long, very beautiful and very delicious french wedding. Somewhere in Dordogne. It was great!
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.
Barbeque time! It’s goat!
And here is G, my handsome grandfather with his eyes shut, twenty five years ago at Dalsland Center, Håverud.
C went for a walk in Malibas. He is one of my favourite cutout people, and allways well dressed too.
This is J pointing at that old house in La Ribière.
This is J telling a joke. He’s great!
In that house on that hill over there, there lived my uncle, P said.
C stands in front of his house and has just finished watering the vegetables in his garden, in Chabanas.
Today is the 14th of July. Vive la France! This is my chère grand-mère from a picture holding my hand when I was a little boy.
I went to see my sister and parents yesterday in Vänersborg. We went on a walk after dinner, and P was the only one I got a picture of.