Saturday, August 14

We went to the market early and the storms still did not arrive. We wandered around and bought bread, cakes, pies, and vegetables. We stopped at Benita’s for coffee and egg bread.

We have come to Söderby and stop when we spot logs for sale. We come to a halt because we have never seen such shy logs. They hide under a house with only the smallest possible cardboard sign to indicate their purpose.

We do not know who they belong to but I photograph them as a lesson in understatement. Poul Anderssen lives next door. Perhaps they belong to him. Perhaps they don’t.