There's a bush that serves up an explosion of berries in the autumn. I Google 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.

A popular place for little birds to hang out. I bet they get more pastry then the average guest, over a day.

The world had 1290 days without a replacement for Hos Frank, but then it finally appeared. Different place. Different name. But same guy. Still a jewel. Same food.

Almost.

Early mornings are my favorite time for photography - the results are almost always awesome, but it sure takes some will to get out there instead of staying in bed.

A table decoration. Experiment with hard light.

The once straight stream is being restored to its natural bendy shape.

...and even more. One that I photographed back in 2021 and forgot!

Experiments in freezing and not freezing water motion.

They're a lot more shy that the cats, but also a lot more chill. While the cats were always up to something, the dogs mostly just take it easy in the shade.

When the Beer Gods close a tap they open a bottle. I was pretty bummed that Grasshopper had closed, but a Google search revealed that there was another pub just a short walk away. We went there and what do you know - Gabrovo may not be big, but it's big enough to have a craft beer shop. And it's a jewel.

I don't know if it's a dog or a cat, but putting that print in the asphalt it sure was a beast.