Home away from home

Well, to tell the truth, these rooms have no resemblance whatsoever to the place I usually call home. My home is a typical Scandinavian «no fuss» house. This is something completely different. Hazlitt’s hotel, London is everything my home is not. And I guess this is why I love this place so much. It offers…

The end

– of my holiday in the south I’ve no idea what these metal structures are. I found them by the harbor (you know – my preferred kind of wasteland); the things were rusty, huge and ugly, in a way I’m very tempted to call beautiful …  at least sculptural -.  

Birches in love

holiday is overrated, I have been away for too long … … after weeks in beautiful, sunny Spain, my Norwegian wood suddenly looks like an enchanted garden; all green and fresh and mysteriously dark untouched