Yesss!

I proposed, he said yes.
Loveliness.

Other people's things

Anja and Conrad have a lot of beautiful books, and this little treat - Peter and the Wolf by Sergej Prokofjew, beautifully illustrated by Frans Haacken - was lying on top of Anja's desk. (I feel my photos don't make the illustrations justice though,
so an enlarging click might be the thing to do.)

Today we're moving out of Anja and Conrad's flat, into Heinrich and Laura's living room, that in its' entirety is bigger than our whole Stockholm apartment. The best thing about this move is that it means we'll get to hang out with Anja and Conrad again - and meet little brand new Hermine for the first time!

It's a world with cakes on top of cakes.

An excellent place for a sunburn

Come on Glenn dearest, wake up, there's a flea market to go to.
It's Sunday in Berlin, outside the sun is shining, and we needs go play...

Silly girl

I couldn't figure out the intercom, so I ran out into the stairwell to open the front door, turned around to fetch the key and watched the door slam shut in my face. Glenn waited sweaty and weary by the front door, when I opened it saying: I messed things up for us...

If you get locked out, the landlords here don't have an extra copy of the key, so you drill up the lock and install a new. This didn't seem to be a good option for us and the family we house sit for are far away.

After long vertiginous minutes of thinking and searching the yard, saying sorrys and thinking whys, a kind neighbour lent us his ladder that was much too short. Glenn climbed it, the house and in through the open window and he didn't fall down upon us.

Having a home is a lovely thing.

Beast and machine

(Pics from our first day in Berlin.)

Today I'm the strong silent kind (hungover).
The Glenn is visiting Native Instruments and I'm here with you.

Berlin is turning our pale Swedish backs into red hot crab meat:
Our hides are sour, our feet pissed off and our minds happy at ease.

My camera is resting on the cool white floor of Anja's work room.
Holiday can be exhausting for both beast and machine.

Back to B

Today, this Friday, Jacob and Jana get married at the Berliner Fernsehturm.
Imagine that.

We wish we could join them but we had already got our tickets when we found out.
We'll join them in thought though and meet up on their honey moon - their honeymoon and our - three - week - long - holiday in dusty hot wunderbar Berlin.

Come Saturday my computer goes into repair and come Monday we fly fly away.
Blogging is bound to get a little scarcer, my dears.

Hey, legs!

Trying to figure out this thing "crawling" while the grown ups try on new shoes.
I'm the worst baby photographer ever, but I do appreciate good candy cheeks,
sweet as Ellis:es.

Wilting

It's hot!

Meltingly, sticky, honey eyed as the honey of a tiger eye, night and day hot hot hot.

As I took these photos a woman came up to me and told me that the old lady that's planted and been fuzzing over these beautiful blossoms is getting too ill to do so, from age and warmth.

She said: "We have to hurry and take these (photos) now. They are wilting."
I said: "Det är nu de är som vackrast. Now they are the most beautiful."
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I got a teensy tiny, extra job today! Exactly what I needed.
I was hired with the words: "We're not looking for anyone cool."

So now you know.
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Autumn, be good to me.

HIC SVNT LEONES

"The classical phrase utilized by ancient Roman and Medieval cartographers used to be HIC SVNT LEONES (literally, Here are lions) when denoting unknown territories on maps", Wikipedia dearest tells me.

This morning, before breakfast and coffee, I contemplate this year. Where it's been, where it's going. It feels like spring was a mellow start with long haul projects yet to pan out into a clear something something.

This autumn will have uncharted territories, possibly full of lions. Me and Glenn starting our own record label. Lots of hooks waiting for fishies and new hooks having to be prepped. Familiar conditions getting turned upside down, both by choice and necessity.

The tingle in my belly is getting worse.

Do you look forward to your autumn?
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Monday Hello!

iPhonography Saturday

A picnic and going swimming with my tiny family.
Cold Becks with the neighbour on his sunny house balcony.
A cheap dinner with friends at the local tapas place.
An unexpected park birthday party.
Staying up in the dark, listening to music with friends,
watching foxes, badgers and hares make speedy silhouettes.

Now it's time for sleep.
Tomorrow is another summer day.

Sleepy kisses, Ella.