Where you can hear yourself think

Every I pack myself and the family into our car and drive 900 kilometers north. Up into the mountains and the wilderness. Our destination is a little village called Kittelfjäll (literally Cauldron Mountain in English) . Just a few houses clustered together on the mountain side beside the road that winds further on towards the Norwegian border.

It’s a place for rest, a place of peace, a place of quietness and place where you can hear yourself think. Even the smallest of thought can make themselves heard.

Here are some pictures I took this year that hopefully can share a little bit of that magic.