
| My mother at her previous workplace. Congratulations to the new job, mamma! |
![]() | Tired of taking pictures of yourself from an arm's length away? Or having family pictures where there's always one member missing? Do you live in Sweden, pretty close to Uppsala? Look no further. I've just launched a new photography site, where I offer my services as a photographer. Also, on the site are a number of photos. Some have been posted on this blog, others not. It was about time that I collected and structured my best photos, and made something out of it. Please, feel free to check it out! (it's in Swedish) |

| August is here and so is a new feature on this blog: Picture of the day! Expect a new image every day (or almost every day, can't promise..) and as always, you are more than welcome to comment. Today's shows a dangerous place to park your bicycle, right next to the river. Every year, divers pull out dozens of two-wheelers from the shallow waters. I do see a practical reason for the colours, though, since your vehicle becomes instantly recognizable in the midst of thousands. And it looks really neat, too. |

| The summer in the city of Uppsala usually means emptiness, with all the students back home. Instead, you see people with maps and an enthusiasm for the buildings that most residents can't muster anymore. But today, on my way back from a visit to the photography shop, I found the centre quite lively. Perhaps it's time to scratch the old views, and start afresh. |
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| From Bargemon 2010 |
| For the fifth time, I took part of the musical week in Bargemon, in Provence, France. Differently from other years, the final presentation wasn't a concert in the church, but a masque performed in the multi-purpose village hall. It was a wonderful week, with a lot of music, wine, football-playing (taca-taca) and, of course, photography. It was the hottest year, according to those that know, and temperatures didn't go below 30° until well after sunset. | There were also traces after the devastating rains in June, which fortunately didn't affect Bargemon as bad as Draguignan, just 25 kms away, where dozens of lives were lost. There were three small children present, Maj 4 years old, Lisa, 1,5 years, and Valdemar of only a few months. They sure helped bring down the average age of the group, and were the objects of fascination. Enjoy the photos! |

Tonight, around 200 people gathered at the riverside to follow the game between Chile and Brazil. 80 % Chileans, 10 % Brazilians and 10 % Miscellaneous. I got there with about 10 minutes left, and it seemed the three goals by Brazil had sunk into the minds of the supporters. The flags that had bounced and waved through the warm air, were now draped around their bodies, to fend off the chill. A few lame shots to the opponents' goal made the crowd raise a cheer, with minimal upward force. But the sentiment was not one-handed. As soon as the whistle finished the game, a spirit of achievement and pride emerged. Flags were once again lifted, chants repeated, - we made it to here, and how good it was. |
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| From Midsommar2010 |
| Another Midsummer has past and I spent it with friends by the coast. More specifically on Björkö, a two-hour drive from Uppsala. It is truly beautiful in these parts. Quite different from the Uppsalian topography. We enjoyed our stay at Lyckhem Vandrarhem, located in the midst of the woods, and with plenty of birds and mosquitos. Luckily, Clara had brought her Mosquito Repeller (emitting a high pitched sound, imitating a mosquito in heat, | or something) and I was armed with a strong chemical/toxic deterrent which I smeared on exposed skin, and was saved from any bites. When I returned home, I did a rigorous inspection of my very person, to ensure no ticks were strolling over it, remembering the passenger I had brought home from last year's coastal visit... Anyhow, enjoy the pictures! |

| This blog was started up precisely five years ago, when I was living with my grandmother Ines in Santiago. It was a great, memorable time, and I needed a way to keep in touch with family and friends. Time goes by quickly, and I'm glad to have made a record of some of the things that have happened. The blog is still going strong! Make sure to stop by often, or subscribe to the RSS feed (at the bottom of the page). Now, you may also give your reaction to the posts with a single click, just below. So easy. Keep those reactions coming! All the best from me. |
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| From Kungligt Bröllop |
| Together with Jessica, Johannes and Clara, I went to see the celebrations of the marriage between Crown Princess Viktoria and Mr Daniel Westling, now Prince Daniel. The city centre was completely possessed by the event, but in an unconcerned way. Apart from admiring the naval ships, we visited an exhibition with pictures by Annie Leibovitz. | Eventually, we found our spot from where to peek at the betrothed; from the quay in Gamla Stan. It was the perfect place. From the 21 round salute fired from a painfully short distance, the beautiful couple in their rowboat, to the formation of 18 Swedish fighter jets passing overhead, we were all smiling, knowing we had witnessed a scene to remember. |

| Yesterday I spent a few hours by the lake Trehörningen together with Hele, Vanda, Jessica, Clara and Johannes. It is a nice place to visit on days with so-so weather, when it is not overrun by sun-bathers. Update: Clara posted some great pictures - here! |



| After many months of persistent cold weather, spring has conquered our land. A change that softens our joints and invites to new, fresh perspectives. This is also the case for yesterday's concert, where I played and sung with Pian' e Forte and Uppsala Kammarkör. It was the first time for me in the new Concert Hall. | I was impressed by the versatility of the small auditorium, Sal B, where a subtle artificial reverb filled in and enriched the choral sound. I now appreciate the challenge in playing the drum and singing at the same time. The singing comes out quite well, but the drum sounds rather randomly... Hopefully, it amused someone! |
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| From Uppsala Tågstation |
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| From Solosång och Piano |
| A few pictures taken past Friday, when my course in "Solo singing and Piano" gave a lunch concert. The theme was "Songs of the Heart" and the repertoire ranged from Alessandro Grandi to Robert Quilter. Just a minute before we were going to begin our programme, I managed to steal these snapshots of my dear class mates. Seize the opportunity! |
| To celebrate the-soon-to-be-married Kristian, we lured him to spend a weekend in Gdansk, the gem on the Polish coast. He was brought over from Malmö by Tore and surprised with the full party awaiting him in the old part of town. Kristian was spoiled with wine (not the traditional drink of a stag party), amber shopping, spa with massage, smoky restaurants and clubbing at "Yesterday". Beautiful Gdansk showed really good potential for a revisit in the summer season, being low cost and welcoming. Enjoy the pictures! |
This weekend, March 20 & 21, I will be performing the Vespers from 1610 by Claudio Monteverdi with my choir Camerata Englund and musicians.
| I was asked to illustrate an article about home-owners not showing sympathy for noisy craftsmen. The idea evolved from a photo of a man wearing sunglasses and ear protectors, to a baby wearing the same things for an added comedic effect, to finally an illustration with a mix of the two. | For the background, the idea was originally to have a craftsman on a ladder, but eventually I found it better to have only one character as the focus of the composition. Thanks to Martin and Lina for your help! The photos that we took of Simon in sunglasses were an important part of the process. |
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| From Ensembles |
An extract from the Vespers by Monteverdi, which we are rehearsing with the choir for presentation in March.| Audi Coelum, verba mea, plena desiderio et perfusa gaudio. | Hear, O heaven, my words full of longing and suffused with joy. | ||
| Audio. | I hear. | ||
| Dic, quaeso, mihi : Quae est ista, quae consurgens ut aurora rutilat ut benedicam ? | I beseech you, tell me who is she that rises up, bright as the dawn, and I shall bless her. | ||
| Dicam. | I shall tell you. | ||
| Dic nam ista pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, replet laetitia terras, coelos, maria ? | Tell, for she is beautiful as the moon, exquisite as the sun which fills with gladness the earth, heavens and seas. | ||
| Maria! | Mary! | ||
| Maria Virgo illa dulcis, praedicata de propheta Ezechiel porta Orientalis ? | That sweet virgin Mary, foretold by the prophet Ezechiel, that eastern gate, | ||
| Talis. | The same. | ||
| Illa sacra et felix porta pet quam mors fuit expulsa, introduxit autem vita ? | that sacred and joyful portal through which death was expelled and life renewed; | ||
| Ita! | Thus! | ||
| Quae semper tutum est medium inter homines et Deum, pro culpis remedium. | who is always a trusted mediator between God and man for the forgiveness of sins. | ||
| Medium. | A mediator. | ||
| Omnes! Omnes hanc ergo sequamur, qua cum gratia mereamur vitam aeternam consequamur. | All! Let us all therefore follow her, through whom we may with grace deserve to attain life everlasting. | ||
| Sequamur. | Let us follow. | ||
| Praestet nobis Deus, Pater hoc et Filius, et Mater cuius nomen invocamus dulce miseris solamen. | May God the Father, and the Son, and the mother whose name we invoke, grant sweet solace to the unhappy. | ||
| Amen. | Amen. | ||
| Benedicta es, virgo Maria, in saeculorum saecula. | Blessed art thou, virgin Mary, for ever and ever. |
| After some three months of rehearsals and eight performances in two weeks, it's time to say good bye to the cast, crew and stage of the "City of Angels". It's been a beautiful experience in the company of a some very special people. To see the acting grow and mature. Working together, playing with the text. The reward of an entertained audience. | Here is a teaser clip from the last performance, recorded by my pal Sven-Erik. This clip is from the scene where Stine caves in to the demands of his publisher to change sex on Detective Muñoz. Stone, another of his fictional character, reacts and openly questions his creator. Emil Gustafsson in the role of Stine, Margareta Clasborn as Muñoz and I'm playing Stone. |
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| From Walmstedtska Gården |
| During the second half of the 1800's, Prof. Herman Rydin and family rented an apartment in central Uppsala. They were bourgeois and had six rooms. When the wave of demolition swept through the city in the 1960's this house was spared, as one of the few remaining old residences in the city centre. The Rydin family's apartment was restored to its original appearance, and has since been a part of the Uppland Museum. it is known as "Walmstedtska Gården". | At this time of year, it is decorated and staged for the Christmas of the time. I made a visit, and took some pictures. One of the things that stood out was how dark it was back then. Furniture had to be placed by the walls, or you would risk tripping over them after night fall. |


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| From UppsalaHöst09 |
Autumn has arrived a little later than usual. By the end of September, the days are still sunny and enjoyable. Compare with a similar post from a year ago. The tree to the right of the bridge is taking on a more reddish coloration this year. It will be exciting to see how things develop in the next weeks. Stay tuned...

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| From Upsala-Lenna |
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| From Magnus & Susannas Bröllop |
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| From Magnus Svensexa |
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| From India - Tamil Nadu |
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| From India - Bangalore & Mysore |
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| From India - Mumbai |
First day in Mumbai
After breakfast, I hesitated leaving the hotel. The rain was already pouring down and I didn´t know how to approach the unknown city outside. After pacing the hotel room a few times too many, I decided it was time to get out there.
As is the case many times, it was not as difficult as I thought. Just outside the hotel I found a row of taxis and a driver who seemed nice, and we set off to check for train tickets, which was my first priority. I´m staying in the tourist-friendly sector of Colaba, and a ticket agency was not far away. As I entered the office, my driver waited on the sidewalk chatting to some friends under a marquis. Half way through my booking procedure, he popped his head in and offered me tchai, an extremely sweet tea with milk. It would not be the only tchai I drank this day. As the seats were few, I bought mine right away. A 24-hour (at best) train trip to Bangalore.
Next stop, a clothes shop. The moment I stepped out of the cab a portière held an umbrella over me. It seemed I was receiving some kind of special attention, most probably part of an agreement between the driver and the shop. Entering the boutique, 5 well-dressed men awaited me, and as soon as I uttered the word "trousers" a measuring tape was laid around my waist. "Please, sir, sit", I was asked, and a variety of elegant garments were presented on the counter. The pair that I chose to try on first fit perfectly. What I wanted was the kind of light clothing most men were wearing. Eventually, after reaching the cheaper selection, I left with two pairs of pants and two pairs of shirts.
My driver asked me what I had bought and for what price, and gave some inside tips on bargaining. On our way to some sight-seeing he told me many things about himself. "You know, I am married, and I like to have sex every day", he shared with me. At first, the phrase sounded strange to me, but later I realised that it was necessary for him to point out that he was married, since sex outside marriage isn´t good. I said I thought it sounded healthy. He continued explaining that this ability came from eating 50 g of nuts and drinking whisky every day. "You know these nuts?", he asked holding up an imaginary nut. I assured him of it in my most convincing voice, hoping to leave the subject.
We drove around the rainy city, stepping out occasionally to see the waterfront. The ocean was high and unwelcoming, and no ships were allowed to sail.
After lunch at Leopold´s, Colaba´s most popular café among foreigners, I returned to the hotel for some rest.
On a side note, Leopold´s was one of four sites that were hit by the terrorist attacks against Mumbai in November last year. At first glance, there are no indications of this tragic event. The crowd consists of locals and tourists, and the room is filled with chatter. At a second glance you notice a glass pane perforated by automatic fire. The memory is still fresh.
Curiously, there was a message for me in the hotel reception. "Mrs. Karen (...) expecting your call, staying at Kashna Guest House". I don´t know any Mrs. Karen, but asked if she had called me personally. As with my previous consultations, the hotel staff just added to the confusion, with a mix of smiles and unintelligible english.
Outside my hotel room, I acquianted myself with some fellow travellers. Among them, a Kenyan young woman by the name of Beatrice. She invited me to join her sister and her for dinner, and I gladly accepted.
By the time we walked out, the rain had gone from heavy to torrential. And it was not going to pass any time soon. We were asking ourselves: Is this normal?! The next day the Mumbai papers said we had received 154 mm of rain that day. And it was not normal, despite monsoon and all.
After a meal at a humble-style restaurant (I had rice with vegetables and a bread with vegetarian stuffing - spicy!), we went to see a movie. Going to the cinema is very popular here, and as you may know almost all movies include singing and dancing and a love drama, and are about three hours long.
Before the movie began, a message on the screen read "Please stand for the National Anthem". The entire audience were on their feet in less than a second. A huge Indian flag waved on the screen while the song played out. After this, the movie could start. The feature was called "New York", about Indians living in that very city, their family life, love and terrorist activities. Most of it was in non-subtitled Hindi, but you managed to follow the story anyway. Bollywood is huge, even bigger than Hollywood from what I´ve heard. And the fact that this big-budget movie was shot in New York, with Indian actors speaking in Hindi, certainly confirms that claim.
At the time we walked back, the downpour had ceased and the air held a promise for a rain-free next day.
Second day in Mumbai
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| From India - Mumbai |
First stop, the Hanging Gardens, a lovely park with red soil and exotic plants. And an impressive amount of butterflies. As we strolled around, the guards approached us and started quizzing me on my origin, place where I was staying, which hotel, etc. "Sweden? *too rough accent* Olof Palme! He was here once!" Very nice guards, however a little unsettling when they follow you around.
From there we continued to Gandhi´s house in Mumbai (between 1917-1934). It is a quite spacious three-stories-high white building with a wooden staircase. Inside was a collection of photographs from his life, his possessions (a few small personal items), quotes from him and dioramas showing the decisive moments. One quote was a reply to if he feared being murdered: "If I am to die by the bullet of a mad man, I must do so smiling." Eventually, this was how he ended his days in 1948 at the age of 78 years.
Altogether, it was a deeply moving place.
Another place of interest was the huge open-air laundry, where as many as two thousand workers clean the clothes of hotels in a completely manual way. It is a sight to behold, and makes you think of the differences in culture of east and west.
The final stop on this tour was the Victoria Railway Station, built by the British in the gothic style. The building is majestic, with a huge ornamented cupola. While admiring the station, a man came up to me and began the now familiar inquiry. Where are you from, where in Mumbai are you staying, at which hotel, what do they charge for a room there, are you here for work or tourism? I replied tourism. - WHAT IS THE PURPOSE? ... I had to smile a little at this funny question. Replied, "to see India". Are you travelling alone? At this point, Chep decided to take part and said I was married to them. That stumped a short man who had listened in: "Two wife, one husband? Very rare in India." At this point the querying man was satisfied, shook my hand and left.
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| From Valentina 3 Months |
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| From Midsommar2009 |
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| DanmarkMay2009 |
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| From SerbiaMay2009 |
A cow´s life... Pretty dull, right?![]() |
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