On life and death

Going up II

20120612-200202.jpgA trip to an old fortified town always brings out strange things. Rumoured ghosts and stuff await out entrance…


At the pharmacy

I find it kind of amazing how the medical business used to be conducted. With a lack of good anesthesia, operating tools that now seem to be a bit rough,  and many diseases not treatable, I imagine the life a century or two back would we very different from ours.

And I wonder how the next generations will be looking at our ways of doing things.



The autumn makes me always a little sad, but in a good way, kind of. The world is in decay, but I find great comfort in the thought of spending more time inside the house, making good food, drinking wine, spending time with friends. Life is what you make it, no matter seasons.

Fork and fork

Tools are very important. It is essential to have the right tools for the job ahead. Without tools we are completely naked, our tools are (to a very large degree) the extensions we need to get in touch with the external world. By mastering our tools we master our culture. And that applies to the couple of pieces on the picture above as well.

Puzzle of life


Life is a puzzle. All these pieces that have to be connected, that have to be put together to make a whole. But the pieces we find does not always fit. They seem to be compatible at first maybe, but when we try to connect the new ones to the ones we already got, it just does not work.

So what do we do, then, to make everything fit? Do we force the pieces together, or do we keep on looking for a piece that fits perfectly?



Food is a necessity, and we had duck tonight. A very nice dish, with great wine to complete it. Duck is good. I like duck.

The door of love


I think I know what happens behind this door, but I can’t be sure…