Stockholm á la Ninna

Leaving by train…

… but I’ll visit again



Yes! I did travel to Stockholm! And on that friday morning I woke up with this terrible sore throat. So I went home earlier than planned, and for almost two weeks now I’ve been… well… not felt particularly well. Have spent most of my days in the sofa watching movies. And sleeping.

These last three days though I’ve slowly been getting better, and today I went for a ride on the bike. Two shorter rides, actually. I really enjoyed that.
But I’m still coughing and as it seems, that cough might stay put for some time. It’s a mean virus going around this spring. Many have been ill for several weeks. But as long as I feel well, all is well. And I do feel well now.

This picture I took outside Grand Central station, Stockholm, waiting for my train to arrive. 


Weekly Photo Challenge: Half-light


View from a window

27-juli-2010-Stockholm-city-1Stockholm. An evening in July 2010.
I was visiting my daughter and her husband in their recently bought apartment, and I had a couple of wonderful summer days.

The church on the big picture! I don’t know the name of it! Don’t live in Stockholm myself, you see. Just visiting once in a rarely while.
Linda probably told me. I probably forgot almost immediately.

I could guess though!
I could google!
… the two towers might make that possible…

27_7-2010-utsikt-clearHögalidskyrkan… The church of Högalid… “the high slope”… “The Church on the way up to the top the High Hill”…

That’s a very logical name. I didn’t actually see that until I translated it into english. Even though I’m familiar with the old Swedish word “lid”, which is a very common ending of street names. A path up/down a hill! A slope!
Things you are very used to, you don’t always pay attention to.

It was very common further back in time, to name geographical issues like a village, an island et cetera, after specific occurrences in the environment. F.ex. if there was a creek, a high hill, a moor, or a bridge nearby.
Suffix or prefix could also language-wise come from other areas and countries. During the last 800-1000 years or so, the Swedish language have increasingly developed not only within the Germanic language family, but from many other realms as well. Latin, greek, hungarian. We mostly don’t even know any longer, where these particular words have come from. Unless one has specific interest in the history of languages of course.

But that is a slightly other story. Quite a big one though. And interesting!

On the whole, migrations and new settlements over big areas have undoubtedly influenced in many ways. Not only the language, but also culture, food, music… name it, you got it!
And we – we all kind of got a bit mixed up by that… O_o

Daytime stroll

Well! Back to Stockholm 2010!

The photographer – me – is standing by (at?) a window in the part of our Capital city called “Söder” – “South” – (situated just south of Gamla stan – The Old Town), and this island is really a Hill! Quite steep! I remember the walkings from the Metro station up here…

Apropos Stockholm! The name! I think I know why it’s called that! (At least I can guess, can’t I!) 
The part “holm” must come from “holme” which means a small island
The part “stock” could refer to woodcut. Logs who had been transported floating down streams from the woods somewhere up north-west down to the East-sea for further transport to… well… somewhere. Buying and selling, you know! And building.

That could be true, or at least a part of the truth, but I think the word “stock” rather refer to the meaning of the verb “to congest”. And since “holm” means a small island, it suggests Stockholm consists of lots of islands! Cluttered together, parted by water…
And it does! Small islands and bigger island and lots of water! All this 
between the East-sea (Östersjön) and the big lake Mälaren, also with lots of islands, peninsulas, coves… (have absolutely no idea how to translate that name. You just have to take it as it is…)

“Gamla stan” – the Old city – is a fairly small island in the middle of everything, and the very first population settled there. Very strategically! Sheltered by water on each side, benefitting from fishing, trading, by boats reaching to any coast they wanted! Even for concurring…
And then the town grow into a city over the centuries. S
uccessively more and more nearby islands were inhabited, and today Stockholm is a fairly big city. Not huge! Fairly big!

I might be wrong about all this – except for walking up the hill… and for the language part…
What do I know…
It’s early saturday morning and I haven’t slept well, so what do you expect of me? (just kidding)

Anyway! Stockholm is stunningly beautiful! That I do know!
And so you can correct what I may have said wrongly, here is a link to Wikipedia/Stockholm/history.

27_7-2010-utsikt-clearWeekly Photo Challenge: Vivid

Looking through a rainy window…

… and I can see a gray and rainy day, become all colorful and gay.


This picture I took last sunday when I left Stockholm to go home again after my visit there. Rain and thunder were foliowing me on the road tracks, and I hope I’ll soon be able to visit Stockholm again. And that time without a knee in pain…

Bye, bye Stockholm…

… until next time!


Sunday afternoon.
The train has just left the Grand Central Station but I didn’t sit there crying. Though I would have loved to stay longer. True!
When I arrived it was still summer. Now when I leave two days later, it has become autumn. That’s the way it is!

Also the most gray and rainy days Stockholm is beautiful, and it’s easy to let go of the rush, the haste, the overall lying bustle which I’m not used to, and just linger on to its beauty. And to the love for my family.
Thank God for my wonderful family!


Stockholm; the main railway station – sort of…


I’ve been visiting my youngest daughter and her family over the weekend. I went by train which took a couple of hours. (Understatement)
I twisted my right knee a fortnight ago, it had healed pretty well, but all the hours of sitting – or maybe I sat stupidly some of the time without actually noticing it – when arriving  I could hardly walk nor stand on my right leg. Not quite what I wanted for this weekend.

I couldn’t have found my way through it by myself. But my daughter picked me up, and the way through the station was a misch-masch of elevators, up and down, people, corridors, halls, people, stairs, lifts, elevators, people, people, people, small lifts, crowded hallways, the pain in the knee, people, sweaty fleece jacket, sweaty t-shirt, people, sweaty hair, more people… the baby boy, Leo, crying almost the entire time…
Thank God my daughter  calmly guided the way…

So! Somehow I managed to the sub, the ten minutes standing up in the wagon, and the walk from the subway station to their apartment. We walked slowly, and I made it. But after that – nothing more.
We should have been taking walks, been visiting “Fotografiska”. A Photografic museum/exhibition-hall which is wonderful and have many well-known photographers showing their works. Last time I was there, I could enjoy the works of Annie Leibowitz. Now there’s a photographer called Anders Petersen showing his works. (If you, when  you, visit this site; click up the meny and you can get it in english). 

But none of that became as we had expected. We didn’t visit anything, I couldn’t stand or walk (fairly) properly until next afternoon, but we still had a wonderful time talking and talking, and off course! – kissing and hugging and taking care of their 7,5 months old baby boy! My wonderful grand child! (Nope! No pictures!)

About this picture – it shows just a tiny fraction of the station… and the amount of people…
I took this sunday afternoon when I was heading for home:

Less people then, but it was also a bit too dark…
not particular dawn, rather a lot of dusk…

And now, today, I still “feel” my knee. But I can stand on it, and I can walk – but have to be a bit extra careful when doing it.