I met a beautiful man today.
His and his wifes home was full of love. I could feel it. He dreamt about her last night.

I said "you miss her terribly, don´t you?".

His yes was strong. His mourning was strong, painful, yet full of beauty and dignity. And thankfulnes for the 53 years they had shared before she passed away midsummer last year.

I have seen other old ones miss their mates. Mournings - also strong and painful - but with selfpitty, bitterness...

One day, if I am the one to survive my love, I wished I could mourn as beautiful as this man.

Noak was born at 02.47
on Fathers- day
(nov- ember 13th three years ago)

It was close that he got up of bed too early in the morning. We made him stay a little longer as I got the birthday tray (prepared the night before) and Hans got the guitarr. We sung and he enjoyed. A candle. Two little gifts. A little, little cup of orangejuice. Then we all went out in the kitchen. "OH, HOW BEAUTIFUL!" he shouted. Flowers and baloons for our little prince. And he said happily; "I am three years old now - I made it!"

In his kindergaren they know how to celebrate in the most beautiful way. He brought the birthday-basket with him home with a little cat, stiched by his teacher Osanna. Roses. Some sweet bread good for tea. etc... all wrapped in silcpaper in colornuances choosen with great care.

On the way home Hans and Noak picked up grandma at the railroadstation in Sundbyberg. The party was at six. Uncle Göran. Old, dear Elisabeth (neighbour). We sat down at the carpet. Sung AGAIN. Unwrapped gifts. Then cake with three orange little candles.

Then the day was over :-)

The yearly "fall-flee-market" at the churh here in Tensta
always have treasures in store for me!
I couldn´t recist these pots. I had a coffee-cooker exactly like this one as a child.

This little mug is for "nice and kind children" it sais.
The blue/white crochet table cloth under the mug
is like made for putting on top of Noaks toy cabinet!

I can´t help but love old, romantic things, like this pink tin box.
A box like this deserves something very special inside.
What will I put in it?

She is the blogger - COSIFANTUTTE.
She came over to say HELLO yesterday
when she was in the neighbourhood!
It is always interresting meeting with new people!
Learning about them as well as learning about oneself.

This lady is an enthusiast
with lots of laughter
and sparkling eyes.
Loves life, and many things.

Some wisdom captured by: Andrew Zuckerman & Alex Vlack

P.S.I saw an old white cat today.
She/He had no hair.
Had lots of wrinkles.

Here she/he was
in Andrew Zuckermans book
"CREATURE".
Page 6.

With these pictures
I want to wish
Susanna Gordon
and all other Americans
- living and dead -
a happy halloween.

On this bluish picture
is my mothers
mothers mothers
mother; Fredrika and I.











They say that people live on as long as they live in someones heart... Moster Ingeborg lives!

This is how Noak tells us to hold our hands before we eat. He learned it at Solgläntan. We shall be quiet till he - or the one he picks - sais "Varsågod och börja" (Please be started) Sometimes he askes us to hold eachothers hands as well, before we start eating.

Today I ordered a 30x45cm picture like this from my photolab.

Noak two days ago: "I am an adult now"
Yesterday Noak wouldn´t fall a sleep for a nap in the afternoon. Instead I heard him in the bedroom reading the book "Nicke Nyfiken" to himself. (original title: "Curious George rides a bike" by H.A Rey, 1952)
Today he read "Nicke Nyfiken" again. This time to Hans. Nearly word by word. (MANY words!!!) He remembered the story from looking at the pictures, he said. He can not read yet. Although he has known all the letters for over a year now.

I am making a hundred little dices.


from "Le Rossignol" by Stravinsky performed by Natalie Dessay

I am looking for my voice.
I search for the words I should say.
And I keep on working on my new homepages
where I on one webpage feature photography (see)
and on the other one feature portraitpainting of children (see).

My man and another woman
does NOT aprove to the texts I´ve written.
They think I should sound so much more tough.

Oh well...

It is time to write...

It is a strange time right now.
It is a time in between.
I don´t know really in between what.
But that is what it is.

I have finished my last painting
of Blekinges former Landshövding; Ingegerd Wärnersson.
Being a Landshövding
is like being a king/queen
for a part (landskap) of Sweden.
I will show her portrait to you
once it has been delivered.

I have printed
one hundred folders
on thick paper
to send out to big companies
telling about my portraits.



I am happy with the back of the folder with the little armchair

I am trying to get hold of
the right people
to send my expensive :-) folders to.
I seem, after all,
not to be souch a bright detective
as I first thought I was!
My list is long
of ideas of who would need portraits
but from there,
to getting the RIGHT names and addresses
is a bumpy road.

You know that for the last
years I have been blessed -
just as a job has come to an end
a new job has found me.
So... I have to keep on doing what I can do,
be happy and live in faith!

The other night
I layed a wake for a few hours
coming up with ideas on how
to survive financially...
I thought of painting watercolors.
One or two a day.
I also thought of painting
small, beautiful
portraits of children
that private people can afford.
in oil on MDF-board.
So I started working on a
webpage for children.

And the photographing...
I started making
a homepage for that as well.
see here!

And I have not asked you yet...
Alix and Susanna -
may I use some of your kind
words that you have given me
regarding my photo-portraits
on my webpage?

Any one else who wants to provide
words for people to read
about my photography?

This time in between
is exciting somehow.
It feels like a creative time,
and it´s also full of BIG question-marks
wondering how
my wallet is going to be filled.

Maybe this is a start for something new.
And you know what?
That new - what ever that will be -
YOU, my dear blog-friends,
each and everyone of you -
are to be thanked for.

You are inspiering and supporting me!

She
sings
like a bird.

She
paints
with passion.

She
is
wise.

Always kind and sweet

I am humbled
to have her
as a friend.

This is what
we see in the mornings
when we shake
our blancets and pillows
outside
the bedroom-window.

In my subvurb

You should have seen
the people around here -
They are all SO BEAUTIFUL !

Men and Women
Old and Young
with GRACE.

Queens.
Beautiful, elder men with walking-sticks...

I would like to collect them all
like flowers in a boquet!


But I am so terribly shy, so I dare not to ask if I may photograph them :-(