For many the autumn is a season of melancholy. Some sort of confirmation that decay is the fate of all mankind, while we gaze upon the colorful trees as the last vestiges of beauty.
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Gothenburg is so much more than rusty cranes and pretty girls! Here are some of my favorite locations from spending decades in this seaside gem of a city.
It’s that time of year again! Even though I’m not really a flower guy, there’s no denying that these crisp pink things are a sight to behold. The distinctive trees are a herald of the spring, preceding the annual Chalmerscortègen by a week.
It’s that time of year again and yesterday Gothenburg was hit by the largest snowfall since 2010. The city became wonderfully silent as all trams and buses were cancelled. The grumpy locals started to walk to work and sometimes I even glimpsed a smile on their faces. Better enjoy it while it lasts!
Time for yet another visit to Way Out West, the annual gigantic outdoor city festival in my hometown Gothenburg. At first the lineup seemed a bit sparse, but it actually turned out to be great.
Today, the storm with the somewhat awkward name Egon hit the shores of Gothenburg. This resulted in a water level far beyond the normal.
When you suddenly notice that the entire city has been lit up like a Christmas tree, you realize that it’s that time of year again. As I walked around to explore the lit areas and compare them to the efforts of previous years, it struck me that this has been going on for ten years.
Suddenly I find myself spending the autumn months in Stockholm, a cold but beautiful city. Even though I’ve been here countless times during the last 30 years, I still find new places and I love exploring the crooked alleys and hidden paths lurking around the corners.
I spent the weekend on the beautiful island Öland, in the eastern part of Sweden. Among other things I found the time to wander through the forests of Halltorp, famous for the relict oak trees some of which are estimated to be 500 years old. Most of the old trees were chopped down in 1918, but a few are preserved and it feels like walking among the Ents of Tolkien lore.
Several years ago, I went to a Nine Inch Nails gig in Stockholm, at the same time as my own world collapsed around me. Trent hit a special note and I was moved to tears, transfixed by the flame. Two years later I stood alone in the rain, surrounded by thousands, while Trent teared away at his equipment in the forest of Arvika.
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