Conch

We tried some conch chevíche in Belize a few weeks ago. It was... chewy. After that we saw a whole conch graveyard when we went diving. Just mile after mile of seabed covered with empty conch shells. We should all leave the conch be for a while and give it a chance to come back.

Deer & Ship

Deer and Ship in Telugu!

Indian alphabet

An alphabet poster I'm working on. Don't recognize the language? Well, it's Telugu of course! :)

Wallpaper detail

Here's a corner of a cusotm made walpaper I did today.

Pappa

And he rows and he rows his fishing boat. Away from the sea shore, away from the boatmen. He will row, he will row until he gets close to Knappen. His own little island no one wants to visit,  NO one wants to visit. They all say it’s too small. Too small they all say.  It takes 3 minutes to walk it, to walk all around the island.  This is where he brings, brings fishing rod, matches and salt. Once he brought a girlfriend. He will fish, he will fish, he will throw in the rod; watch it make rings on the water, all day long. He will make fire, he will spear his fish on a branch and he will grill it. Then he rows, then he rows his fishing boat. Back to the sea sore, back through the boatmen. He will row, he will row until he gets back home. His hands full of sea, his belly full of fish and his soul filled with peace.

Blossoms

Our plum tree is blossoming! Not quite the same as cherries, but close enough on a happy sunshiny day!

Folio

Working on updating the portfolio... and this obviously has to include a self portrait showing off my new imaginary dress. :)

Lilttle Sven

Little Sven lived in a little read house he built himself, deep in the woods. On Sundays he plaid the violin. In the end; it only had one string left, but he still plaid on his one-stringed violin. It’s still there; hanging on a hook on a newspaper clad wall. The only ones to play on Little Sven’s violin now are the wind and the spiders. And maybe a troll or two.