A Frozen Lake and Barcelona

David, old favorite on the blog, came to visit us a few weeks ago. We were really excited because we would have one day in Gothenburg, then shoot up to Kiruna for four and a half days of far-north activities: northern lights, dog sleds, ice hotels, Arctic Circle – the works. We did lots of Gothenburg things the day after he arrived.

One big surprise for all of us was Delsjön! It had been (and is now again) ass-cold in the entire country. Lots and lots of snow and temperatures hanging around -5 to -10! I wanted to take David on my “regular walk” through the woods but when we got to the lake this is what we saw:

If you were wondering how awesome my life is when I’m not photographing weddings, this post should put that question to rest. In the midst of December, with holidays looming large and many presents still to buy, some of my dearest friends and I gathered for a party of epic proportions. There was Dom Perignon from 1992. There were caviar and salmon rillettes. There were hand-written menus (that I did not photograph, but I did hand-write). It was mandatory tie – for everyone.

My poor friend David.  I drag him to a temporary exhibition that’s all about color and the man is colorblind.  So his experience of this piece was completely different than mine.

In related news, shortly before we left for the Hirschorn, David says: “What is the difference between blue and purple?”