#FridaysForFuture, climate action strike, Stockholm March 2019, Klimatstrejk, Greta Thunberg, www.Fenne.be

Fridays for Future, March 15, Stockholm

A long bus trip brought me from postcard Dalarna with snow on the roofs all the way to a gloomy Stockholm where the rain would accompany all day during the strike for the climate. The past few weeks, I've read so much criticism on these actions...

Learning something new: making spoons

Diogo is a very skilled guitar builder who works with European woods- so lots of experience with wood, something I don't know much about, but one can always learn from the masters, right? By a warm campfire by the lake, Diogo showed me step by step...

Inside my sketchbook

It's been a while since I posted my sketches. Some days I forget, but now it's also been a while since new ones found their way to the good old sketchbook. With the light returning to Sweden since hm...

Wednesday Wanderings (17)

Under a blue sky, the water levels are rising everywhere around us. Snow and ice from a long and cold winter melts into creeks and rivers, all the way back to the lakes. We keep a close watch on the lake as ducks can now swim...

Not all there is to know, we can see.

There is an emptiness, a void, that has to be filled with the wild air that wanders from the mountains back to the sea. We watch but don't see what we don't know. We watch the objects but fail to see time floating by. We...

Wednesday Wanderings (15)

There is no way to deny it, Spring is taking over from Winter. And I must admit, I'm not entirely ready for this bright white world to melt into a new season. I love the light, finding the first signs of new life and the...

Wednesday Wanderings (13)

One morning after waking up (that takes some time you know), I felt something had changed. The sun was out, the light was different and the air was suddenly softer. I moved pillows around on our kitchen floor so my dogs, and especially Ravasz the...

Wednesday Wanderings (12)

I can't move. An extremely tired dog is sleeping on my feet. And interrupting that would be a crime against cuteness.  I sit on my bed with my computer on my lap, looking back on a few incredible busy (but offline) days and working on...