“The swirling mist lay in the bottom of such great bowls like a broth of dreams.”
—Banks.
Overthinking undersides.
These strange artefacts of this time of ours.
I am currently struggling with justifying to myself the logic behind the decision to have two large cups of coffee about an hour before bedtime.
Greetings from a Winter Wonderland [it’s an old pic, just setting the mood].
The first coastal cold water bath houses were built in Sweden during the 1820’s, and they saw another burst of interest in the late 19th century after the Swedish industrial revolution and the completion of the national railways. Many of these were situated in the southern and western parts of the country, were quite a of the old constructions still standing [like Varberg kallbadhus], while the ones built in and around Stockholm with few exceptions have been lost to time [like Strömbadet in Stockholm]. The little coastal town of Landskrona where I just moved have had two previous cold bath houses both lost to severe storms, the first in 1941 and then again in 2013. The construction is now on for the new bath house [click the link to see a very disturbing rendering] which is set to be opened fall 2024.
I will have to try it at least once when it is opened, until then I’ll just have to use it as a scene.
Same tree, different angle.
With a bit of imagination: boobs.
Presumably this is what Depeche Mode ment when they wrote “Personal Jesus”. [sign attached to church wall]
Fun. Pure, clean, unadulterated fun.