South of Perth, there is a place where every gnome can find a home.

It's winter: with the cold, but without the snow. Fun fact: the name Laduviken translates to "Barn Bay", but it's a lake, and the name comes from 17th century which was before the post-glacial rebound lifted the land enough to seal off the entrance from the Baltic Sea.

The forest may not tell, but the people reading sure will.

Winters come with little sun, but impressive sunsets.

The tree really stands out in the crowd.

I decided to see how many of the links on this blog that still worked after all these years. It wasn't encouraging.

It's officially autumn.

There's this website that claims to calculate the carbon footprint of a website. I don't know if there's any truth to it, but the result does confirm my biases, so I'm including it here.

Let's say you have six little toy boats. Since you have nothing better to do, you stack them in order of hue.

Since the last time, I've added 869 more entries bringing the total to 2095 on this collection of photos, notes, webtoys, and experiments in web publishing.

Camella has left the building.

There's a bush that serves up an explosion of berries in the autumn. I asked Google Gemini and it thinks it's a Siberian Crabapple.

Back in Euler's day, Königsberg had seven bridges. Husby, being more than twice as good, and being the suburb where the concept of traffic separation was taken the furthest, has sixteen - or twenty-one, if you count bridges leading out.

Königsberg did not have an Eulerian path - it was not possible to stroll through the city and cross all bridges while only crossing each bridge once. But is it possible to find an Eulerian path through Husby?

I like winter - the frigid desolation has something majestic to it. I like spring - the return of life and light. I like summer - everything in full bloom and bright warm nights. But if I were to pick a favorite it's autumn - one gigantic show of color as the summer warmth ebbs out.

Flights going to and from Arlanda, seen from the ground.

Biking back from Casa Amico a summer evening.

The crane is the bigger bird, though.

It really is. I didn't believe it was on a C64 first.