Stockholm, Sweden

November 29, 2017

Two adorable little summer houses in  Gustavsberg, Stockholms Län, Sweden

Skogskyrkogården is a cemetery located in the Enskededalen district south of central Stockholm, Sweden. It’s the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen.

The interior of the Stockholm Public Library 

The exterior of the Stockholm Public Library 

Gamla Stan, Stockholm Sweden

Sodermalm market

Karolinska Institutet

At Vete-Katten, having a fika

The first day of the Christmas decorations on display at Harrods, Stockholm Sweden

Fotografiska (photography museum)

I was told by friends and colleagues that this is the worst time to visit Sweden since it’s the greyest most rainiest time of the year…The weather was in my favor as it didn’t rain at all, until the last day! It was quite humid and freezing though.  I explored the city and a bit of the countryside during my visit. I hope to be back during a summer!

November 29, 2017 0 comment
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PST installation. Three floating apartment dining rooms.

UNPACKING: The Marciano Collection

Video playing inside the museum.

Hair weave.

This is a free museum that requires you to reserve tickets. My daughter and I breezed right through the museum as she was not feeling well. We will be back soon to take our time and view more exhibitions!

November 6, 2017 0 comment
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What. A. Party! The short of my night was that I arrived at about 9:30PM, and left at bout 4:30, and didn’t actually get home until 5:15AM. Traffic was difficult getting out of the area. It was such an amazing night!  The longer, with more details of my night is as follows… My friend James invited me to join him to this party. The setting was that of a spooky 1800’s mansion. Complete with mummies, and walking dead people. Markus Persson turned his home from a lovely Hillcrest to “Hellcrest” for the evening. There was a full dinner complete with a blue cheese crumble walnut salad, mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, and tender pulled beef, 3 full bars randomly placed around the home, fog machines, 2-DJ’s, and there must have been at least 80-staff members maintaining everything through out the night. I mean, there was a restroom person who cleaned up after every person. There were people walking all throughout the home with mops/wipes to wipe down any spilled beverages. The outdoor seating area was complete with heating lamps to keep us warm during the cold foggy night. The pool are was spooked out with green lights and more fog.  There was also an elaborate photo booth set up. Such an awesome party. Happy Halloween!

October 30, 2017 0 comment
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The Broad, entrance

Life (Repetitive Vision)

Pearls of wisdom from the artist, Yayoi KusamaAftermath of Obliteration of Eternity

Obliteration Room

Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirror Room-Phalli’s Field

My daughter and I visited the Broad Museum to take a look at Yayoi Kusama’s exhibition.  I was in the online queuing system and was chosen to buy tickets in advance! 5PM was our arrival/start time, and since we were the last group of the day, the museum helpers allowed all of us to stay in the rooms for an extended amount of time, about 1-mintue rather than the 20-30 seconds, that they usually do. We spent a total of 2 hours in the whole exhibit. The exhibit was impressive!

Yayoi Kusama Infinity Mirror Exhibit Hours for Oct 21, 2017-Jan 1, 2018:

    • Monday: Closed
    • Tuesday | 5 p.m. – 7 p.m.
    • Wednesday | 5 p.m. – 7 p.m.
    • Thursday | 10 a.m. – 11 a.m.; 8 p.m. – 9 p.m.
    • Friday | 10 a.m. – 11 a.m.; 8 p.m. – 9 p.m.
    • Saturday | 9 a.m. – 10 a.m.; 8 p.m. – 10 p.m.
    • Sunday | 9 a.m. – 10 a.m.; 6 p.m. – 8 p.m.


  • The Broad has onsite, garage parking for $12 with validation.
  • Bring your ID, as tickets are assigned to you, by name, and are not transferrable.
  • The rooms are timed, so it’s important to go in ready.

If you are still interested, but didn’t get a chance to purchase tickets in advance, you may still buy same day tickets for $30-per person.  Click HERE to view buying options.

October 24, 2017 0 comment
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Photo by: Nicholas Glover

Split Rock

Photo by: Nicholas Glover

I had been preparing for months to visit Balancing Rock in the Santa Mountains. Everything I’d read declared the hike to be challenging but gorgeous. So when the planets aligned, I grabbed my stuff and moved!

Up betimes at 5:00am and out of the house while the city dozed. When I left home the morning was cool and dark, but when I pulled up to the Mishe Mokwa trailhead at 6:40am the sun had already burned through the early clouds. I opened my car door and stepped into what felt like Afghanistan! 77F already! It was going to be a scorcher!

Undaunted, I grabbed my water bottle and avocado toast and hit the trail, crunching along at a snappy pace and breezing through Mishe Mokwa Trail like a boss.  In no time, I stood at the junction with the Balancing Rock Trail. A sign read, “Not a NPS Maintained Trail.”

I stopped for a moment to pull on my water bottle and look around.  Man, was it hot! The sky was blue and cloudless, there was no shade to speak of,  and parts of the rocky chaparral looked burnt and parched. Still, the view was gorgeous, and it had been a relatively easy hike so far. So onward!

For about the first 15 minutes the trail was clear and well-maintained, but the path gradually deteriorated, and the terrain grew more difficult. I began stepping over rocks and around branches, pushing aside dry grass curtain and slipping between prickly bushes. I spider-crawled along the sides of boulders to avoid getting scratched up by all the prickly flora. More and more, my eyes strained for a sign of trail.

“This can’t be right,” I worried, but, remembering that people called Balancing Rock a difficult trail, I continued finessing the landscape. But finally I stopped, looked around and realized that there was no trail—anywhere!  I had been traveling cross country without even knowing it, and was now swallowed up by boulders, bushes and trees!

I started to panic. The temperature was 90F, my water was low, and I was sweating profusely. I could not afford to wander aimlessly through this wilderness if I hoped to survive.

I saw no evidence of a trail in any direction, so I just started shoving my way through the brush, scrambling over and under branches, slipping on rocks, but stopped when I reached a dead end. So I started the process over again in another direction, thrashing about until I reached yet another impasse, after which I resumed my blind struggle. It was exhausting and probably pointless.  I felt like I was beating myself up in a circle.

30-minutes later I was utterly lost, the sun had grown even more intense, and my bottle was almost dry. I was too exhausted to move, so I started yelling for help.




Lizards scrambled through the brush. Birds skipped along the tree branches. But no human voice replied.

I felt utterly alone.

Stifling my panic, I decided to stop wasting my energy searching for a trail, and climb instead to some prominence where I might see or be seen by others. Scrambling up the hillside, I finally reached higher ground. I scanned the surrounding hills, but saw only empty wilderness.

“This is probably going to cost me $50,000 for a rescue helicopter,” I thought. “Wait, who actually pays for that? The city or my medical insurance? Doesn’t matter, it’s better than being dead!” I shook my head in disbelief. “This is how white people die.”

I yelled again.


I finally pulled out my cell phone. No service. I dialed 911 anyway and miraculously an operator picked up!

Operator: “911, what’s your emergency?”

“I need to report a non-emergency. Well, it’s not an emergency, yet.”

“What’s your name?”

“Ciji. ‘C’ as in Charles, eye, jay, eye. Davis.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m on the Mishe Mokwa Trail to Balance Rock.”

“Do you have any water and food with you?”

“Yes, a bit of water and a half of avocado toast.”

“What percentage is your battery at?”

“About 70%.”

“Do you need helicopter rescue?”

I thought about that for a moment. I was tired and thirsty, and a helicopter ride did sound appealing, but, darn it, I was no pansy. Yes, if I didn’t get out of there soon I might die of heat stroke, but it wasn’t like I had a broken leg or a hang nail. All I really needed was help getting to a trail.

“No, not yet. What I need is for someone to track the GPS on my phone and help me to a trail. I just need help back to a trail to get myself out of here.”

And then I lost the call. Great. I tried calling back a few times, got through briefly, but kept losing the connection. I eventually stopped calling,  But I felt better now. Hearing that calm, helpful voice on the phone made me feel calmer, too.  Somebody knew I was out here, and that comforted me.

About 20 minutes later, I saw movement on the mountainside across from me. They were ant-sized, but I saw people moving along what must have been a trail.  “HELP!”  I shouted,  waving my arms like a marooned sailor.  “HELLO? HELP!!”

No response. Apparently, they couldn’t see or hear me. Then I remembered the yellow strip of fabric in my backpack. I pulled it out and started waving it like a flag and yelling, “HELP!” They still didn’t see me, and kept walking along the trail oblivious.

Just as they were about to disappear from view, one of them stopped and backed up. I stopped waving the fabric, and cried, “Do you see me?”

“Yes, “ replied a man’s voice calmly.

“I’m lost and don’t know how to get out of here.”

“Just go back the same way you got there”.

“I don’t know how I got here. From your perspective, can you see a trail around me?”

Now the whole party responded. “Yes, yes, there’s a trail below you.”

“Can you guide me to the trail?”

“Stay right there,” the man said, “I will come and get you.”

“Thank you!!”

As I waited, I called 911 back and informed them I had found help and to cancel my request for assistance. Of course, the call ended before I could finish.

After about 20 minutes, I heard the man’s voice again, only much closer.

“Do you hear me?”


“Walk toward my voice. There’s no easy way for you to get to me. You will have to power through the trees and bushes.”

So I scratched my way down through the rocks, branches and bushes, playing a dry land version of Marco Polo, me calling down to him and he responding. At last I called out, “Say something,” and he responded, “No.” We both laughed. That was the moment my panic faded away completely.

After about seven minutes I found him waiting for me on the trail.

“Hi, my name is Ciji.”

“My name is Nicholas. You have twigs and things in your hair.” He offered to remove them. “Do you mind?”

“Please, be my guest. And thank you!”  I added, “This is embarrassing…”

“It happens, no need to be embarrassed.” We chatted. Nicholas had been an extreme hiking guide, and now studied medicine while moonlighting as a photographer! What luck! He could guide me to a location, take my photograph and save my life!

The two women from his party caught up to us and we all introduced ourselves. Then they all wanted to know where I was attempting to go in the first place. I told them my end destination was the Balancing Rock. I told them how beautiful it is from the photos I have seen. It’s difficult…but if you can make it, it’s worth it. They were intrigued and since they were already on my side of the mountain, all four of us hiked to the Balancing Rock together. And together, we all got lost trying to get there! Ultimately, we realized, there really isn’t a trail to the Balancing Rock. You just have to power through bushes and rough terrain to get there. That is why there are so few photos of the rock: it’s nearly impossible to get to! Eventually we made it, and it was such a sight to see. It’s amazing in person.

September 5, 2017 1 comment
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