Plok

Subtitle: A Day. A picture. A song. (21)

This is one song I heard on repeat when I was living in Sweden, 15 years ago, riding bike and taking pictures. These days I had to realize I have lost these pictures. I blame my reefer brain not caring about the next years, even the next day. Now I had to search through tumblr just finding some pictures I posted there. Fortunately I remember still riding through the woods and every four minutes discovering a new lake. And I have vibrant memories going by train to Stockholm, listen to that song and enjoying the then sunny autumn landscapes.

Somewhere in Dalarna, Sweden (26.09.11)