Taking the ferry over to Helsingør from the Swedish side, Helsingborg.

On the car deck:

Ewa recognizing a colleague in a magazine:

Almost smiling:

All with an M3 and a collapsible 50/2.0 Summicron. I’m about due for a modern 50.

Spent the week in Oslo. A bag-boy, I am.

There are some more in the shoebox.

I pass through Copenhagen twice a week quite often. That was part of Rebecca’s plan. She couldn’t carry everything she wanted when she went down, so my task is to take some of the second priority stuff down when I pass through:

I have to admit, I really look forward to doing it and getting a chance to chat with her.

On my way back home I had more time to spend. The first time through, I just had about 15 minutes between trains. On my way home I booked in a couple of hours. I think she was hungry (hadn’t eated a real meal since she left home):

She has her camera with her, as usual:

Time for a chat (it’s pretty expensive for you to have a child move away from home, she jokes):

Off to Oslo now, she’ll have to starve the next couple of weeks.

I guess this makes me an empty nester. Rebecca leaves for Copenhagen.

Leaves home

Packs the car

At the station

Train arrives

Gone

But now I’ve got a gallery set up for her and am working on setting up a WordPress blog for her. It will be nice to follow.

Ewa and I spent the afternoon in Varberg, a town on the west coast of Sweden, south of Göteborg. We’ve always enjoyed spending a few hours there.

We ate lunch at a Greek restaurant and I took a picture of her while we were waiting.

I had a Rolleicord IV with me and wanted to finish the roll. No masterpieces, but small snaps of Varberg. The light was falling at a sharp angle here and I’ve always liked this building:

They have placed out chunks of granite here and there. A little further south on the coast and the granite, so typical for the west coast of Sweden (northern west coast) disappears and is replaced by fine sand.

The church:

And a pedestrian street:

I had a frame left when we got home. This is just a shot from our front yard:

Be back soon … my mother in law turned 80 last week and I hope I have a nice picture of her.