Sannah came to visit all the way from Stockholm! At the weekend we took the train to London and went to the Tate to see this piece by Chinese artist Ai Weiwei.

We also saw London by night (well, eve) and of course lovely Andrew who kindly let us stay at his'. He's possibly the best host ever - (and not only because of his fox mask, that's just a bonus) he fed us, entertained us, introduced us to rugby men... what more could one ask for?

Kx

It's been a busy week with Sweden visitors and London trips and whatnot. I'll post something a little more extensive once I've edited everything but first I'll just show you this portrait of Simon. Remember the base guitar hunt in July? Well, this time Simon managed to get it back - happy endings!

Not that I think Simon should be a musician, I mean look at the picture - he's clearly an author!

Kx

My dad phoned me the other day to tell me my dog's died. She was 14 years old so it wasn't a big surprise but still sad. My dad cried when he told me. He's phoned since and he's still crying. All sad.

Wonder where dogs go when they die...

Kx

Woo today's great because I get to pick this bird (see what I did there?) up from the airport and she's staying for a whole week! Woo again!

Kx

So yeah, things are a bit tough at the moment but hey, at least I'm not an African animal in a cage, being mocked by pigeons who are free to come and go as they wish... that's always something, I guess.

Kx

Hi Andrew,

I miss you.

Kx

Long time no see. I'm sorry (Are you still reading? Is there really anyone there to apologise to? I hope so...). I could blame a lot of things but blaming things doesn't really work now, does it. I can only blame myself, so I will.

Anyway. I'll hopefully get my hands on a scanner next week which will also mean more activity to this blog since I'm only really shooting film at the moment.

The other night I dreamt of being in the woods in the fog. There were such lovely trees and I was of course taking pictures of them - I'm as you may or may not know slightly obsessed with trees. Now according to the dream dictionary (which, by the way, I obviously LOVE), dreaming about fog means confusion, troubles, scandal, uncertainty and worries. You may not be seeing things the way they really are. You may have lost your sense of direction in life.

Huh. Ouch. But then dreaming about trees - or in this particular case - a cedar, apparently means longevity, durability, strength, endurance and immortality. The dream may be trying to offer reassurance during a difficult time in your life.

Aaah bless the good old cedar! Immortality, eh...?

This is from when I was in Sweden and stumbled upon the forest where clouds are made! And then the mightiest rain EVER came - can you see it? I hid under trees for half an hour but then had to give up and get soaked. God I love heavy rains.

Have these on film as well so they might reappear in high quality some day, who knows...

See you soon.

Kx