Smögen

(Still Thursday 10 August)
From Hunnebostrand (previous two posts) we drove on another 11 km or so down south to Smögen - another old west coast village with not very many permanent inhabitants in winter, but all the more crowded with tourists in the summer holiday season. (Smögen is also closely connected with a somewhat larger small town, Kungshamn - but we did not have time to stop there as well.)

"In modern times, Smögen is well known for its long, wooden pier, about 600 m (2,000 ft), filled with shops in old fishing huts, which are frequented by a multitude of tourists during the summer. Smögen is one of the most popular tourist destinations on the Swedish west coast, well known for its fish, prawns and other seafood, and one of Sweden's few fish markets is located here. There is also an extensive nightlife scene, with many bars, clubs and concert venues open during the summer" (Wikipedia)

In general, I'm not all that fond of really crowded places. But there was one very special reason why I wanted to go to Smögen - and in fact, that was also what inspired me to suggest this whole trip to begin with... 

The things is, I have an old friend (Lena) since nearly 50 years who is a water colour artist, and nowadays (having retired from her other job as a teacher) living full time on the west coast; and in summer she always has a few exhibitions in these kinds of places. I've never yet (until now) had the opportunity to visit any of her exhibitions, but I have long been wanting to. And last week happened to be her last week (of three) in Smögen, and Thursday the next to last day of the exhibition... So I was really excited that we managed to fit that in!

Just finding somewhere to park in Smögen is an ordeal in itself, but at last we managed it (although it required quite a bit of manouvering skills from my brother). And then we just followed the general stream of other tourists towards the famous wooden pier... 

Lena had sent me a photo of "her" fishing hut, so I knew what to look for... (I had texted her the evening before to tell her that we intended to come by, and to make sure she was going to be there in person). I'm taking the liberty of including her photo here (taken on a less busy day), as I forgot to take one myself once we were there. (The items on display outdoors are trays and coasters and other items with printed images of her paintings, not so sensitive to the weather - and no doubt very popular tourist souvenirs.)

The disadvantage of being there on a rather busy day was that she had lots of other customers popping in and out of the tiny shop while I was there, interrupting our chatting... (But I was prepared that it would be like that.) Still, it was really great to meet her again (many years since we last met in person, I can't even remember when that was). An extra reason now being that we lost a dear mutual friend back in January - so quite a lot of our chat was related to that. As a 'bonus', just when we arrived, one of her sisters happened to be there as well - but just about to leave. Even longer since I last met her; and good to see her too again - even if only to say "hi and goodbye"...

My brother rambled off on his own along the pier for a while, leaving us to our memories... And while Lena was busy with customers, I climbed upstairs on my own to have a peek at her exhibition of originals and large prints up there.

 

Before we left, my brother took this photo (below) of the two of us. 

I also made a purchase (the parcel Lena is holding)... I've long been thinking that I'd like to have an original painting by her. I have some trays since before, and also a couple of small signed and framed prints (which she sent me by post). But buying an original is different - and not something I'm used to doing. I looked through the ones she had for sale upstairs (mostly signed prints, but she had a few originals too) but it was when I got back down again that my eyes fell on one that I almost immediately felt could be The One. And it turned out to be an original from which no prints have been made. I almost had a hard time convincing her that I really wanted to buy it (not just because of feeling some sort of obligation to buy one) ... But it did get to go home with me in the end. :)  Lena wrapped it up well for me, and my brother carried it to the car. Back at home I soon found the perfect place for it: in my hall, just by the (doorless) opening into my living room. (I do love it, and  there's no way I'll regret the purchase!)

 

You can see more of Lena's art on her website here.

 

Gifted

   

Thank you all who commented on my Sunday post by sending me good wishes for my birthday. Sandra wanted to know what was in the parcel I mentioned in the Sunday post. It was from from my friend Gunilla, and it turned out to contain a collection of postcards of water colours painted by a gifted artist friend of ours, Lena. Lena gets most of her inspiration from the province of Bohuslän on the Swedish west coast, which is also where she usually exhibits her art in the summer. Below are three of the pictures included in the card collection I got. (The card in the photo above, with the parcel, is not hers though.) You can also see these and more of Lena’s work at her own website and the Swedish Artists website:

  

I received more birthday greetings in the post yesterday; among them a gift certificate from my brother, allowing me to choose a number of albums from the website www.legalsounds.com, and he’ll download them onto discs for me. So I’ll take the opportunity to renew a few old favourites I used to have on LPs and cassette tapes. I also got a copy of my brother’s own album Trek.

Otherwise my celebrations yesterday were mostly “on line” by email, Facebook and telephone! Outside, it kept on raining…

Midsummer Eve

I woke up early to a grey sky but no rain.
I walked into town and took the bus out of town to Nowhere.

(Intet = nothing or nowhere)
(I love getting off the bus here)

I walked through the woods down to the lake,
where on this chilly morning I had the whole beach to myself.

Well – almost…

And from there through the birch wood…

… to the House…

… where I spent a couple of hours thinking, remembering …
and taking photos to help me continue doing the same at home.

The watercolour was painted by me in the garden in the mid 90’s.

 

BTT: Something Old, Something New

Booking Through Thursday

All other things being equal–do you prefer used books? Or new books? (The physical specimen, that is, not the title.) Does your preference differentiate between a standard kind of used book, and a pristine, leather-bound copy?

Oh… That depends. Most of the books I buy new are paperbacks because they are affordable and take up the least space. It’s only rarely that I buy a book “for the cover”.  My bookshelves all contain a mix of old and new, cheap and a bit more expensive. I categorize my books more by content and size than by looks.

I have few old books that are special to me as carriers of memories rather than for the quality of either content or cover. Most of them either from my own childhood or inherited from my parents or grandparents; or given to me on some special occasion.

In my bookshelves there are also a few old books that I have picked up in second-hand stores or markets. Some randomly, some because I have wanted to read a specific classic and not been able to find a new edition of it. I’ve never gone in for collecting rare books just for the sake of collecting rare books. Some of my own oldest falling-apart paperbacks are of more sentimental value to me. With books that I have read many times, visual memory of that exact copy plays its part too; it’s easier to find my way back to a favourite passage in the old book than in new edition.

Ever since early childhood I’ve also been used to borrowing books from the library. That has its own kind of charm.

Picture: Watercolour of mine from evening classes back in 1995