I’m sitting here looking through a folder with old slides that I scanned many years ago. Pretty bad quality but I guess it depends both on the photographer and a bad scanner. As memories they will do fine though.
My father, from a fishing trip at Kärringforsen in Björbo where we lived. We was always out fishing, both home and on trips to Norway. The year is 1982. Here is my father six years younger than I am now. The year after, he passed away only 50 years old.
Here’s Mejdan, the stream behind the house where we lived. A place I miss a lot sometimes.
My mother and I on a boat trip up the stream in spring time. Also from 1982. My mother still lives in Björbo.