A late night walk in June, by the sea near Kalix, up north.
I was lucky to meet the first taste of summer twice this year. First here in Göteborg and later around midsummer in the north. Surrounded by fresh lilacs for weeks and weeks, I left the finished ones here and met the budding up north. What richness.
I've missed the northern summer. Light, fragile, intense. And short and precious. But I don't miss the mosquitoes.
Claudio Tschopp (via Dear Ada, I think) for the rain deers. Enjoy every minute of summer this weekend!