Komorebi.

These.
木漏れ日

On any other day, it would have been hard to recognize what these characters meant. But, somewhere down in my note, there is a sketch of this. A faint recollection of these characters occurs as I sit beside the window of a bus watching these sights pass by.

The first character resembles a tree. A shrub. The last character stands for Sunday ? A blitzkrieg of strokes appears amidst a tightly packed sketch of straight lines at position two.

I smell bamboo and the hear sounds of water dripping, just like the setting after a tropical rain. Only this time, I am on Scandinavian roads riding behind a window insulating the freezing cold outside :) Contrasts, - yet same.

komorebi.

Midsummers 2019

Just a little post to capture some scenes from here.
Midsummer’s This time, 2019.

One of the nicest things that happened to me are the Räms Family. It’s hard to come by folk around here who might have not heard of them. But here today, I chose to rather go-easy on the “pack-bags and drive with no destination“ front and ease into a family and celebrate it the in slightly calm way.

Here is to another year of wonderful sights, golden scandi evenings and flowers in full bloom.

(Fillers Coming In Another Section)

P,S Mats. Sorry KL and Sixten to blame for capturing you while you were busy on your astral projections !

Fast forward to evenings, time to be alive with golden sun and click-click away moments. The Miss.KL+Sixten are always a joy to capture. Alright, here we go.. A little behind the scenes adventures blended in between the pictures I intended to present to them, well that’s for another day :)

Sights of the sea.

Distance chirps. Distant roars.
Here marks a boundary - solitude and surrender ahead. I keep reading that few have braved the winds and sailed with it to see what’s on the other side. I wonder what made them make the first raft. Was it for the sheer pleasure of exploration , or was it for a dire need of food, - the things under. One cannot help but wonder where it all started.

Humbling.

As the waves crash, recede and repeat it snaps one to the present. And what’s it in now?

The weekend in this little postcard town (Ljungskille) gave me the opportunity to come across some wonderful instances and people which included a talented artist quietly sketching her projects in the corner of a café (of whom I am sure to have spooked with an banal bash of “welcome to sweden”-ish banter :) . Safe trip back to NYC Linnea :) .

Explorations can and shall only continue.