Great photos, Roger.

After two years travelling across Africa and Asia, during which I
survived bullets, knives, unknown amoebas, hepititis, and crazy Arabs
trying to kill me in a dungeon in Cairo, I wanted to breathe some cool
air and drink clear water, but instead of going back to Canada, I went
to Scandanavia in the summer of 1970. Denmark was a good taste, but
Northern Sweden and Norway: I had forgotten the blue beauty of the
lands on the road from Sweden to Rana. When I saw your first photo, I
was sure I had camped near that place, taken there by two blond Lapp
girls, who fed me berries they called "eutrom?" Somewhere I have a
crude sketch of the place. The colors were the same in August when the
light was long and the night freezing. The photo haunts me, a memory
of youth and granite and skygods wielding terrible hammers. A hard
beauty frosts the high land on the road to Rana, restoring men's souls
before grinding them to dust.

Cheers,

Bob