Awake

Rhiannon is keeping us awake at night again. Last night we got up for her a total of 8 times...! Hope she sleeps better tonight.

Aron

I was asked by our friends Cristiana and Kjell to take some photographs of their baby boy Aron. These are some of the photographs.

Digging In

Mount Everest Monday night the 9th of March: Clear, but with 85 km/h winds and a windchill of -69 Celcius.
So I stayed inside my bivouac... at home, in Jämtland, in Sweden, 20 metres from our front door! =) There is no place like home.
Henrik loved the snow cave I made for him! So did I. Here is me playing in it with my camera in the evening.

The President and I

More often than not I'm behind the camera instead of in front of it. Actually I prefer it that way. Last weekend though, I tried the "reverse-camera-grip-self-portrait-technique" when I met our president Ewert Ljusberg.
The region Jämtland wants to be it's own country you see and we already have a president, a flag and a national anthem. What else do we need?
It's mostly tongue in cheek, but it's good publicity for the region too.

Family Photo Update

Some updated family photographs. Oh, and I was behind the camera.


Henrik has become quite a caring older brother.

Rhiannon's eyes are as blue as Henrik's and she is an exact copy of what I looked like at the same age.


I didn't know I was ever this cute until I compared some old pictures.

Kids

Do you think kids have an easy time just playing? Then try walking in their shoes one day =)
My son Henrik tried walking in mine.

Cold Repairs

I usually drive alone and when I drive alone I play the radio. The other day I switched it off because of a song which was too noisy and that's when I heard it: The other noise. The noise of metal grinding against metal, the unmistakeble sound of brake pads completely worn out. I bought new ones straight away and decided to fit them as soon as I got home. In Botswana - my previous country of residence - this wouldn't have been a problem. I had all the tools I needed back then and it simply meant opening an ice cold "Redd's" cider and getting to work. This was different. First of all it wasn't warm, it was -15C and there is no heating in the garage. Metal becomes painful to touch at that temperature and you can't really wear gloves either because they make you too clumsy.
I spent about 30 minutes looking for tools I didn't have and another hour and a half to do the actual the job after borrowing tools from a neighbour. All the time visions of feet and hands blackened by frostbite fluttered through my mind.
I didn't get frostbite, but couldn't feel my feet or my hands at the end of it. Anyway, I prefer taking photographs from getting hypothermia while reparing old cars.