All of a sudden, a piece of paper unexpectedly falls out of an old book that had obviously not been read for ages. My very first driver´s licence obtained in Mexico City in the 60´s!
And the authorities did that!
She was a sole provider of a huge family of children, her business went well though and she had bought a plot in the outsskirts of Mexico DF where she was building a big house. In digging the grounds for the projected building they came across heaps of Aztec artefacts which they - as unfortunately is all too common in many developing countries - refrained from reporting to the the authorities.
No, I never met him! But I figure he might have looked something like this! 
Niki Isabella and the discovery of this very interesting person in the mirror..
"Now repeat after me.."
"How does this really work?" I wonder.
"Strange this little hand. A spitting image of mine!"
"There are so many things I really don´t understand. Why are they having such a great time, Mom and Dad??"
..the very first spring flowers in the garden! Oh joy! They carry a sweet subtle smell of
This is a painting I made after an old photo found in the family album of my paternal Grandma Astrid as a young girl in the end of the 19th century. Love her dress! (Not her hat alas!)
The happiness of unpacking a new artist´s box full of the loveliest colors and brushes which I did the other day! I feel sad I find too little a time to try them out at present. The house is completely full of ECO-fibers due to a massive isolation process - quite necessary to dodge the draught in this old farm! 
Well - this little water color I just had to make after reports about the winter situation in the Stockholm archipelago. The ice/winter situation has not been as tough for decades in the Baltic! Friends are driving their four-wheelers on the ice all the way to the outer skerries!
By the way, this gorgeous photo was taken by my friend Paivi M a few days ago from the southern shore of Sandhamn. Keep them coming Paivi!
Early morning sunrays. 
It really sounds like I am living in a mansion of 250 rooms of Downton Abbey style!
So I am thinking of sticking to it. However I can promise you I have no intentions so far to dress up for dinner yet as the ladies do in the great TV-series.
Winter is slowly slipping away and the birds are chirping in a new kind of happier way.
We turned our pale winter faces for a minute towards the sun and to enjoy the heat on our cheeks. 
The stony beachfront and pretty ice formations.
Old fashioned net cradles in straight lines on the shore of the small harbour.
The sun starts setting..
..and the coast changes its icy blue into a warmer color. We return home with a first notion of the oncoming spring in our minds.
..is presently exhibited in Stockholm. So I took the ferry to the mainland and travelled to the capital to see the impressive worriors before they moved on to other places around the world. Above is a picture how they found the statues in the 70´s. They still held fragments of their former splendour and color. (Which presumably was lost when unearthed)
We brought Niki Isabella, 7 months to see them. She too, was truly fascinated.
A general in armour. I wonder what he once had been holding in his hands?
The smaller in size the lesser military ranks..
This one has a subtle smile on his face..
The horses were beautifully shaped..
This is supposed to be a woman straddling her long fallen horse. You can spot her round breasts. No side saddle business in those days!
(Island in the centre) close to the Museum of Modern Art in Stockholm.
Niki and Grandpa Dag are playing in the Museum bistro.
Today, I helped a friend to deliver a car from the old vicarage at Rute in northern Gotland.
The adjacent Rute church in the grey, moddy Saturday afternoon.
The present vicar is retiering and packing up to move to a more modern dwelling in Visby. He sounded rather happy about this - the rectory is difficult to warm and a big house to take care of for two people - the vicar and his wife. 
The pretty vicarage in summer. 
As they were packing, I spotted the fine Gotland carpented dollhouse just about to be packed. The vicar´s wife is a doll house enthusiast - so I couldn´t help myself to take a few pictures of the packing turmoil of her handmade houses - a mini eco of what was going on at a larger scale in the big house..
The blue tiled stove in the back of the Blue room, the owner had made from the core of a paper roll.
There were so many pretty items but these dolls captured my heart. They were just standing there idly waiting for what was coming to them.. Note the only men here are both covered in cellophane paper. Hmm. Women´s lib at the mini-rectory? I always spin a story in my head when I see things like that.. (well, I woun´t bother you further with my tales..)
Now, this pretty doll was just sitting comfortably in the window waving goodbye to an era at the old rectory in northern Gotland. I just fell in love with her!
