At Knivsta station

From the beautiful country of Malta to my little "town" of Knivsta here in Sweden. It is not really where I live but it is where I was brought up and went to school.

This little house on the photo is the old station house. Not in use anymore, but just for the moment is is used as a brewery of a very local beer, Train Station Brewery. But the train passes as usual, to Stockholm or to Uppsala.

An old barn

Love old buildings, like this old barn here in Sweden. It is not in use anymore but you can still se the beautiful windows.

It is painted in red, like som many other buildings here in the country, it is called Falu-rödfärg.

Ruins can be beautiful

I admit, ruins can in some strange way appeal to me, it has that feeling of times passed and that everyting has and end. Sad but interesting, ruins can really be beautiful.

Like these photos from a house in old wood here in the Swedish country side.

A window.

A view - from a window

This is not Tuscany in Italy, as in A room with a view, but the beautiful Swedish countryside.

You are looking out of a window one wounderful summer day last year. It is all so green.

And here is another photo of Swedish summer, taken at about eight - nine in the evening.