You can never go back

Last week I travelled back to the small place on the west coast of Sweden where I grew up. I had the oldest of my two sons with me. He’s five years old now, the perfect age for exploring uninhabited islands and fishing for mackerel and crabs. Having him with me keeps my nostalgia for the place in check as he’s experiencing everything with fresh eyes. Or maybe it’s just about creating new memories to be nostalgic about in the future. Here are a few photographs. I might post something else once I get the film developed.

The weather was none to promising when we arrived.

Notes

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