Epic ride begins tomorrow. The next two weeks me and my two riding buddies are chasing the horizon through the serpentines of Northern Norway, going all the way up to Nordkapp, and all the way out on Lofoten. Hear-hear-hear the howl of the Ducati twin!
Scarlett is always there to lend a “helping” hand, and likes nothing better than to tinker. But when those nasty bolts refuse to come loose, oh, how furious she gets!
Some things change, other things don’t. Brothers on bikes is one of the great constants.
It was a long and cold winter of the serious kind. Not since the Winter War have there been such big pillows of fluffy white. Highly enjoyable, were you six. I’m not six.
Frankly, we doubted spring would ever come. It did, eventually, like a bona fide miracle. Like watching Jesus walk on water. Like world peace. Like smoking in a bar.
And the flowers came in. It appeared I have green thumbs, because the twohundred tulips I planted in the autumn became the talk of Pleasantville. Purdy, so purdy.
Time to tippa-tappa (Scarlett’s definition of walking on the beach). Time to dip a toe into the sea. Hello summer, why don’t you stay for awhile?
Why on earth spoil this post with words?
Finger-painting, a splendid pastime! The blank canvas is staring back at you, begging you to explore the endless opportunities hidden only a fingertip away. Scarlett dives right in, red, blue, yellow, green, an alluring dream rises from the paper, like a chemical reaction, like land out of sea, like birth…
… and rock n’ roll. Black. Depth and death entwine, it is the color to end all color, end all - this finger-painting session included. Irresistable, delicious, mysterious black. According to the artist in the picture, taste art and you taste LIFE.
This cosy little space-squeeze was formerly known - and very well known - as the LEGO-room - a holy haven of construction creativity for me, my brothers, and all our friends.
Since there’s a new family in town, I wanted to dress the room up a little, to better suit the very discerning tastes of Scarlett. I asked what she wanted, and this, I think, is what she said:
When daddy has to go away on business, Scarlett makes sure she packs herself into my suitcase. And every time I wish I could just leave her there, close it up, take her with me. Luckily, I don’t have to travel abroad too often. I absolutely hate goodbyes and this is one girl you can not live without.
By the by, that’s a rather - if I may say so myself - sweet suitcase you’re looking at; the 1950s legend Rimowa Topas. Take it as a stand against consumer culture - I will probably never have to buy another carry-on again.
I ordered mine from Germany, and it came with a complimentary bottle of champagne…