So, the new year is here. And with that, a brand new bullet journal. I lost my…
This is a month of transition for me as I deal with an emotional exploration of farewells while simultaneously embracing new beginnings.
This post is about photography and the art of perception, how nature and photography opened my eyes and taught me to see.
It’s four AM, and the world is shrouded in a blanket of snow. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. It’s a morning of reflection.
This summer I went hiking barefoot in the mountains, something I should’ve done a long time ago. Read why I switched to barefoot shoes.
It’s Monday evening and I am sitting in our reading chair. Luci is asleep in my lap and I just finished a book. A record is spinning on the record player. The chill tunes mixing with the last golden rays of sun.
With spring comes the feeling of change. I want to renew my wardrobe, get rid of clothes I now longer use and get something new. But is there a way to do circular and sustainable shopping?
We explored Styggforsen, a nature reserve shaped by a meteorite strike that hit the Siljan area 377 million years ago. This place is home to a lot of history, lore and deep forests.
Every action in life is like putting pearls on a string. One after the other. No one is worth more or less. But am I putting beads on the wrong string?
In the last week of January I photograph dog sledding, do some pottery, ponder food as a means of communication and have my first semla.