Korsika, Resa

Corsica august 2005






In the end of every summer we try to make a little trip with Fröknarna Fräs. This summer we went to Corsica.
The trip became a real special one, for me almost spiritual. It turned out to be some sort of creol-pot with the best ingridiens you can find, spiced with the finest herbs and spices in the world. My friends was the ingrediens, the beauty of Corsica the spices. My only purpose LIFE.

My trip to Corsica didnt stop on the airport in Oslo, it kept on living inside me like a vibrating lovestory. My mind had a taste of something in Corsica and my mind wanted more of that and it still wants more. We will see where this ends, I just had my very first dates with Corsica. I fell in love, and im still falling.


The tree in blue,
the ride in brown
and
the lady in green.

Grekland, Resa

Greece September 2005





Rhodos was destroyed, ripped and hurted.
Still the dress suited her somehow,
or maybe it was just me
who tried
to make that long ago faded dress look good on her.
Resa

Utmarksmusiken 2005

En varm dag tog vi våra vänner och picknickkorgar för en utflykt till en hippiefestival djupt inne i den nordvärmländska myllan. När man ser på solen en sådan där het dag tror man att det ska vara för evigt. Jag var klädd i tunn kjol och kinaflipflops och glömde att en varm dag inte betyder en varm kväll.
Men det gjorde inget, jag värmdes av trollgubben Wille Thors, trollfamiljer, trollkvinnor, trollkvistar och en utsökt älgsoppa.