Fat Dames Beach 2

Oh yes, and they are here… They somehow seem to be resting here. Forever. Staying, maybe changing? Maybe evolve into butterflies? Sea ones? Maybe? But still, that beauty, almost mathematical, is just stunning. Shades, fractals, maybe jelly feeling… I so … Continue reading


Imagine this. On every house we have a card, a kind of calendar. Like an ID and diary in one. It is possible here, in Fjällbacka. Or more like, was. Nowadays privacy is everything. Weird. So weird that now we … Continue reading