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fredag 11 augusti 2017

The Oak and The Stream

You must become you, or something else will.

You cannot know yourself, for what you were is not what you are.
All you know is now.
Not an oak by its rings, but a stream by its swirls.

fredag 22 april 2016

By the boathouse

This is my family´s "sjöbod", a typical sight on the west coast of Sweden. Magnificent faces in the end. I am the last one by the way.