Quel Bordel

I won't even try to translate that. I'm just going to let these pictures speak for themselves...

 

 

Ok, so this was a couple of days ago. Now the painting's done, but..... and wait for it! The bathroom's off limits completely. The root in the toilet (did I even write about it?) won't budge, and a (professional) guy tore the toilet off, and went at the pipes with a cudgel... so not only is there a rootsystem in the pipes, they are now also beaten to macadam.

More shall surely follow, but as for now, J'en peut plus!

And oh, tomorrow will see the installation of the washing-machine.

God knows why...it's connecting to the same pipe!

 

This New Life

            My life is changing, and maybe it would've been more fitting to start a new blog instead of continuing here. This is/was my photo-blog, and although there will be pictures here in the future as well, there will also be some thoughts around starting over, moving out and into the single-life after so many years.
Everything changes of course, and I like that, so here I'll try to list mostly the positive side of "This New Life". Those who know me well also know where they can find my darker side...
Even my computer is spanking new! I'm not even sure I can find the pictures I wanted to start with. Well, anyway, tomorrow I'll be at "My New House", but only to look at the mess that was supposed to be ready for me to move in to. This summer's torrential rains and tempests did damage to the roof. Which was a real bummer as the repairs from  previous water-damages were just completed. Oh well, no matter how much I bitch, moan and stomp my foot my moving in is postponed for at least ten days. Thank God for friends and their offers of beds, couches and what have you!

Now I'll go look for those pictures..... and they're not where I thought they would be, so that's for the next post then.

Couting Down, and more

It feels good to up and leave this time. No stress (yet), only a kind of relief. This season's been rough, and boring, and odd in many ways. But more than anything, I feels it's good that it's over....

The downside is a black hole, and I'm not going there again, not right now. The up-sides quite a few, and i feel good about most of it, with hindsight. I managed to get my "hommage" off the ground, and onto the walls of an almost gallery. If you havent seen it already;

Voilà, my very own first exhibit! it's coming down again on Sunday, although I was just offered another week. no need to flatter myself, I know the French, and their bad planning. Anyway, the great migration is here, so on wednesday we're off for the next season.

Oddly enough I've made new friends! In for me the most unlikely place.;The Internet has its good points and bad ofcourse. I was swept away earlier this winter on a Twitter-wave that I'm just now re-surfacing from. It's an odd place, and I've come to see that I might not be for me. Still, I'll leave with some friends and some aquaintances, and a very dear special friend I hope to spend a lot of interesting time with. No names here, I do try to respect privacy, when i stop to think. I don't think I'll stay a Tweeter, but hopefully my friends will still have me...

Now I'm heading North, and I look forward to it a lot! I have an artistic challenge I've taken on, and am serious about. I have projects, both private and for the family. I have family and friends to re-connect with, and I so so long for my peaceful haven of a tiny garden! No projects there this year! I just want to be, and enjoy, and watch it take care of itself.

There's so much more to contemplate and to tell about, but I'l save it for another place, and another time

Preaparing for take-off is harder every yaer, and I'm tired now. well, at least I've blogged again...amazing!

Sweet Home!

Looking back on good times

The time has come to go through my memories from last year. I didn't think I would, but there you are, or rather, here I am feeling this is the moment to re-cap, and then go on from here:
August, as remeber it now; sunny, crisp just lovely! The garden, small projects and the dog of my heart..

Then my friend came. We had fun! A lot of it!

Museums, visiting old houses, the Opera and window-shopping. We never stopped! And then, we went to Russia...

So much to see in so little time.. We had a good time, and were overwhelmed, and we both agreed that we needen't go back again any time soon....

An early morning walk in Gothenburg, the home-town:

the season in Sweden reaching its end....
I'll stop here, as the rest of the autumn was so painful.

lLter on I'll see if there's anything else from this past year to share. For now, enough.

Re-starting...again.

Ofcourse there should have been a re-cap of the past year..But why really? It was a long year, at least to me. So much happened, maybe more on the inside then anywhere else, but still...
Well, a short re-cap is maybe still do-able

Paris is how I remember the start of the past year, which is wrong because I was there just before 2011 ended. All that walking, all those photos! I felt transformed coming home, and was happily surprised that what I've captured turned out as good as it did.

Paris morning

Karen's early favourite.

Then dearest Karen boosted my low self-esteem stating that my pictures were good enough to sell, indeed she wanted to buy some herself!
The rest isn't exactly history, but it started there, the ball's rolling albeit very slowly.

Karen figured all through that spring and summer. We had so much fun, and so much in common, and then her visit to Sweden, and our trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. A very good year, and the plans were laid for so much more to come...

St. Petersburg compressed.

The autumn and winter-months seem to have passed by so quickly. I'm not complaining, just can't see where they went. Pain and sorrow have opened me up to new things to care for. I can look at sorrow and horror alike without breaking down any more. I can fall asleep after an evening of horrible news on my computer, knowing that I do what I can, and that it just have to be enough.

What I haven't done yet, is to take that camera and go out recording like I used to. I don't have peace maybe, not yet. My focus is blurred, and I have a hard time getting my work done. Worrying, as that exhibition-date is creeping closer, quickly!

Oh well, I'll make it, I usually do.
So, now..I can see that this dismal post needs some illustrations. Probably some proof-reading too, but there's where I draw the line!