Iceland in the winter

I’ve always thought of Iceland as a magic place. I’ve had so many romantic notions about the nature and the people. Those kind of ideas always leave you disappointed, but when I went there with Lena for my 30th birthday 6 years ago, it was just as magic as I had dreamt. Iceland is simply an amazing, otherwordly place, and if you are European and you live your life without getting on a flight to Reykjavik, you’re missing out.

My harddrive holds an enormous backlog of photos I need to sort through, edit, and put up on the blog. For years I felt overwhelmed by it, and I actually stopped taking pictures for a while. I’ve been back in the game since I went to Morocco, and tonight I decided to upload some of the stuff I shot in Iceland. Looking back at the pictures I took there, I just have to conclude I’m a better photographer now than I was then.

Iceland 2010.


Tonight I armed myself with some fine music and a beer. To keep the festering sickness of the world from burrowing through the blinds. Just one night of not having to consider my responsibility in standing up against the fascism slowly infecting the West.

American road trip – Part 1

In the summer of 2016 my wife and I spent 6 weeks travelling through the United States by car, on foot, and by plane. This was our delayed honeymoon, a long planned journey that took us through 10 states – coast to coast.

When I got home and downloaded everything from the camera I ended up with over 6000 photographs. It’s taking me a while to go through it all… But I’ve finally posted the first batch of pictures, consisting of our first week. We spent that week in San Francisco and in Yosemite. I think it’ll end up being the first out of six posts, one per week spent in the US.

Well go on, check them out!


Postcards from The Witcher 3

Playing The Witcher 3 was a spectacular, standout experience. Despite not being mechanically very different from other roleplaying games, it manages to create a unique atmosphere and voice. This comes down to many different things, like the fantasy setting rooted in Slavic mythology, the mournful writing, and the commitment to naturalistic, believable world building.

It is nothing short of a masterpiece, and one of the most important games of the past 10 years.

I played the game on my trusty Playstation 4, and as always I took a bunch of screenshots while playing. Here are a few of them, selected in an attempt to give you a sense of the atmosphere of The Witcher 3.


Seven Cats Inn



White Orchard

White Orchard

White Orchard


A week in Morocco

Seven days in Morocco at the end of the year. The buzzing, labyrinthine souks of Marrakech, the thousand faces of the Atlas mountains, and the Sahara.

Oh god, the Sahara.

I guess I never really thought I’d see the Sahara desert. It’s been something of a mystical place to me. A place of stories and imagery and harsh otherworldliness, ingrained in me since childhood by all those old movies and the countless hours reading Tintin.

As always I took too many pictures. I’ve selected a few and put them online. Let me know if you happen to like them.


30 years later

I was born into a family that had a boat. It was rather small for a family of four, but this was back when people still accepted being a bit uncomfortable when going on adventures. Despite the boat’s size, you could cook in it, eat in it, sleep in it. My parents loved it, and we spent many days and nights aboard. My sister learned the difference between port and starboard well before she could tell left from right. I had some of my first memories on it.

I owe some of who I am to that boat. My legs are sea legs.

Ryds Camping

Who can honestly say what they were thinking or feeling during the first few years of their life. But I know some things. I know that I was absolutely crazy about water, and that I loved that boat. To this day there’s something deeply magical, almost mystical, about boats and ships and harbors to me.

I was probably no older than four when my parents sold it. They had bought a summer house, and there was no time, place, or money for a boat anymore. You can imagine how I reacted. That little orange and white thing was probably the first loss of my life, and it imprinted a lifelong dream somewhere deep inside my mind. I wanted a boat.

Now, 30 years later, I have one.


Let me introduce you to my Bella 642, a Finnish hardtop boat. The Pale Blue.

It’s got room for me and Lena and a few friends. It goes really fast if I want it to. There’s a ladder so you can go in and out of the water if you’re up for a swim. Two people can sleep somewhat comfortably in it. The deck is white and the hull is navy blue. And I’m proud and happy. Not because she’s an especially impressive boat, but because she’s mine.


My dad died a year ago, so he never got the chance to see it. But my mom has been on it, and my sister and her family too. And maybe, if I ever have kids of my own, they might find their sea legs too.