The Mists of Hovdestalund

Tonight, I went with Stolpe, an old friend, to Hovdestalund Cemetery.

It was magical there... pure magic. The weather was changing, so the mist was rolling in, and just made it so much better, and after we placed a candle each in memory of our beloved dead, we took a walk with a beer and took some, less, good photos with our cellphone cameras.

When taking photos with the flash... the mist took over the image completetly.

PS: Its fuckin hell to arange photos on this blog... HELL I TELL YA!!!

Cya