oh sweden, you were so good to me. now we’ve been apart for 5 days and i miss you. your pastel skies & pale light. grey seas. thick forests. wild assortment of crisp breads. meatballs. fika. your coffee. the streets of stockholm. all the secret places i felt that i stumbled upon. night sounds. birdsong. the mariefred steamboat plying through the waters of lake malaren. your trains rolling through the countryside. scenes blurring past my window. cold swims in the skagerrak sea. strömstad. ingrid.
everything. every last thing.
the photos are from a beautiful trip i took to mariefred, sweden. i left from stockholm by train, then caught a bus the last few miles and dropped off on the edge of town. a small fairytale swedish town on the shores of lake malaren know for its proximity to gripsholm castle. i walked and walked this day. so much to see. and places to rest along the way. on the way home i decided to see if there was room on the old steamboat bound for stockholm. there was!
i found the perfect seat outside on the top of the boat where i could stay warm against the engine. a little bench for life vests and girl reporters from los angeles who need to be outside feeling the wind on their face. watching the steam curl up over the top of the boat. best part of course was the fact that i had the entire outside to myself! i had dinner on board at a tiny table with the water as my dinner companion. i sketched, stared out the window, enjoyed my salmon, savored my hot coffee. listened to the clatter of dishes, and swedish being spoken, and the old engine chugging away. then headed back out to my special bench. an alert witness to a quiet world.
here in los angeles i am working daily in the travel journal. sketching from photos. i finished all the writing in sweden. trying to decide if i’ll add photos or not. thinking. in the meantime i draw and label and pull it all together. usually seems to take me about a month after a trip working at a snail’s pace to wrap things up. i work slowly because it keeps me in sweden longer. gradually i make my way back here to the city of angels. to moss cottage. one day at a time.