I am on my way by train to Vimmerby, birthplace of Astrid Lindgren. What an extrodinary woman she was!
As always I am bringing my sketchbook, this time my beloved Moleskin. Outside the trainwindow Sweden is passing by, a land of forest, sheeps ,cows, horses and silvery water. I can´t take my eyes off it, so the book has to wait, time to contemplate, time to harvest, time to just be one of the creatures in the green landscape......
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