Morning

I set the alarm for 6.30 this morning. Woke up hungry and kind of cold. Tempting as it was to snooze for another hour or so I knew that I would feel disappointed all day for missing the morning light. So I put on jeans and the thickest sweater I could find in my fathers' wardrobe, took the Mamiya 7 and went out.
It was obviously worth it. How could it not be. An hour of morning air with sea winds and watching the village slowly waking up covered in orange sunlight. Could turn anyone into a poet really, or possibly a photographer.

So many flowers to photograph. 10 days is not even close to enough.

Morning hike

I was warned in the morning that it was too bloody windy to walk the 6 km between Petra and Molivos. The respect that Greeks have for weather is unbelievable, and kind of funny. So I thought to hell with that, I'm Swedish and I'm going. Obvisously the warning was not completely uncalled for.. I did freeze my but off. But it was totally worth it! This island just keeps taking my breath away after all these years. And coming home to a warm house and lentils with roasted veggies and toasted almonds, a hot shower and coffee on the terace is not bad either.

Wind, rain and four hour lunch

Tara

Back in Greece

Februarifint

Förra veckan

Fredag

Solution

Mat och vänner, vänner och mat. Annars går det inte!

Vad det svenska klimatet gör mot organismen

Augusti 2011

Februari 2012

Mera praktik!

Här är lite behind the scenes på grejer vi plåtat på praktiken. Mer kan man se på Kollas hemsida.

Jag och Andreas i KBs affischarkiv typ en mil under jord. Extremt spaceat var det.

Här är lite av det vi fotat. Kul kuriosa är att jag är den röda armen på We Do Not Work Alones bloggheader.