Despite the fact that my family has its roots in the capital, Stockholm, my parents decided that the countryside was far better for raising kids when we returned to Sweden in 1995.
Although I seem to constantly be moving outside its borders as an adult, Sweden is a breathtakingly beautiful country where one can always find peace and quiet.
Photos: Anna Wiman.
Morning glory. Sunrise outside my childhood house in northern Sweden.
Winter. The white house to the left is where I grew up in northern Sweden.
“Paradiset” (“the paradise”). View from the front porch of our summer house, located on a tiny island in the UNESCO World Heritage Site “The High Coast” in northern Sweden. During the light summers, one can read the newspaper at 1am. Without running water and a modern WC, everything goes back to basic, far away from mobile phones and Internet connection, with absolute silence included in the deal.
Asperö island. Gothenburg archipelago, 2007.
Advent. Coming home for Christmas in Sweden, 2009.
The small apple. Sweet, Swedish fruit in my parent’s garden, september 2008.
The boat. Lake sunset near Växjö, spring 2008.
Touchdown. Lake sunset near Växjö, spring 2008.
Dangerous driving. On my way to Gothenburg to visit my brother, may 2009.
Tulips on fire. Växjö, spring 2009.
Kungsholmen. Fall in Stockholm neighbourhood Kungsholmen, october 2008.
Road awakening. Highway in the morning near Helsingborg, september 2009.
JAS 39 Gripen. Family dog Jas, named after the Swedish fighter aircraft with the same name. It was the idea of my ingenious mother. “JAS” stands for “Jakt”, “Attack”, “Spaning” which means “Hunt”, “Attack”, “Search”. Which is exactly what fighter aircrafts – and dachshounds – do. 3 or 4 years old here.
Jas. 11 years old… and still as beautiful and loyal.
Sweden
Despite the fact that my family has its roots in the capital, Stockholm, my parents decided that the countryside was far better for raising kids when we returned to Sweden in 1995.
Although I seem to constantly be moving outside its borders as an adult, Sweden is a breathtakingly beautiful country where one can always find peace and quiet.
Photos: Anna Wiman.
Morning glory. Sunrise outside my childhood house in northern Sweden.
Winter. The white house to the left is where I grew up in northern Sweden.
“Paradiset” (“the paradise”). View from the front porch of our summer house, located on a tiny island in the UNESCO World Heritage Site “The High Coast” in northern Sweden. During the light summers, one can read the newspaper at 1am. Without running water and a modern WC, everything goes back to basic, far away from mobile phones and Internet connection, with absolute silence included in the deal.
Asperö island. Gothenburg archipelago, 2007.
Advent. Coming home for Christmas in Sweden, 2009.
The small apple. Sweet, Swedish fruit in my parent’s garden, september 2008.
The boat. Lake sunset near Växjö, spring 2008.
Touchdown. Lake sunset near Växjö, spring 2008.
Dangerous driving. On my way to Gothenburg to visit my brother, may 2009.
Tulips on fire. Växjö, spring 2009.
Kungsholmen. Fall in Stockholm neighbourhood Kungsholmen, october 2008.
Road awakening. Highway in the morning near Helsingborg, september 2009.
JAS 39 Gripen. Family dog Jas, named after the Swedish fighter aircraft with the same name. It was the idea of my ingenious mother. “JAS” stands for “Jakt”, “Attack”, “Spaning” which means “Hunt”, “Attack”, “Search”. Which is exactly what fighter aircrafts – and dachshounds – do. 3 or 4 years old here.
Jas. 11 years old… and still as beautiful and loyal.