Friday, 10 April 2015



Again, more unpublished pictures from three months back.


I took these during winter but forgot to publish them. Hope you don't mind the delay.

From Winter's Bourne


I write odes to the north's past winter. There are no words in its cold heart to describe its beauty. 

Tree People

This morning at nine o'clock, I was woken by my mother's call. "Sanni!" (She is the only one to call me that.) She neglected to mention what she was bringing my attention to, and it was only an hour later I understood what she meant. The tree people were in our yard: friends who had come to take down the trees throwing shadows over everything.

This is my friend's father. 

I want to learn how to use a chainsaw.  

Per-Eric explaining something to my father.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Morning and Evening

Games in the evening 

Stretches in the morning 

Mamma's birthday! 

Sofia trying out my mom's cover trousers from the eighties. Mamma said she last wore them when she was pregnant with Joel.

One evening the little face of a curious cat looked in through the window, and in the morning we found its tracks on the hard crust of snow.

Outfit of the Day

Sofia was, by a long shot, the best dressed. The rest of us wore whatever we could find in the big pile of trousers, jackets, mittens and scarves from the seventies.  

Joel wanted to get in on the fun.

Mountain High

I just came back from a mountain holiday with my family. We lived in a little red cabin in the snow. 

We're pretty sure all the furniture was made by hand. Isn't this the prettiest cloth? 

The wallpaper in the tiny master bedroom 

 I found a tape with folk music, and it was great.

Brother Joel and Jacob tried out the kiddie beds. 

This was my glamorous outfit for four days. Ain't I spiffy?