India Day 5: Chilianaula, Uttarakhand












6th of October, Chilianaula

India Day 4: Chilianaula + Ranikhet, Uttarakhand

















5th of October. Took a shared taxi (20 min, 8 Rs or 1,50 kr) to Ranikhet over the day.

India: Day 1-3, From Delhi to Chilianaula, Uttarakhand



















I arrived on October 2nd to a horrible and stressfull New Delhi and took the first train I coud find up towards the mouintains. On the second day of travelling I arrived to the amazing small village Chilianaula in Uttrakhand (map). All these pictures are taken there. I watched amizing sunrises and sunsets over the mountains and valleys.

my sister's wedding pt 2: the ceremony





















Photos from the ceremony and separate portraits. and also somone asked for my email adress: olofgrind@gmail.com


my sister's wedding pt 1: preparations










Pictures from the preparations of my sister's wedding this summer.

So don't be fooled. No don't get lied to. Love was always cruel.



Last fall.

I haven't been gone very long but it feels like a lifetime.









Some polaroids from the last time I was in Paris.

We all accept in the same tired way, the gentle shift of continuous change.


oldie but goodie

It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan.





some polaroids from my trip to gotland with malin.

I was dreaming about your record collection and all of our scratched affection.









Some polaroids from my graduation week.

I'm stranded in my bed so I think about the bad luck, the bad blood that may have come between two good souls.


Does he know that place below your neck is your favorite to be touched?



girl

A lonesome broken dawn that finally comes just as I was losing faith, you keep every promise you make.







I was flying home from london at sunrise.

Tu es joli les cheveux attachés à moi.















Louise in Hampstead Heath

And he shot me dead.











my last few days in london

And now my ashtray's overflowing, I'm still staring at a clean white page. Oh and morning's at my window she is sending me to bed again.



Don't be frightened of turning the page.




from last winter

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