The sun sets early here in the winter. This photo was taken at 1:30 p.m. on Christmas Day, at the Falun Copper Mine (a UNESCO World Heritage site):

Ride bicycles Swedish people!

A sign on the door of one of the kitchens in the dormitory.

The information in English at the museum at the copper mine reads like poetry. Intentional? I’m not sure. The Swedish originals looked pretty similar word-for-word, but I don’t have a feel for poetry in Swedish, so I don’t know if they sound like this:

If that’s hard to read, it says:

Ropes made of hemp,
ox-hide or iron wire.
Chains, weighing 5.9 kg,
that took two years to wear out.
Hoisting ropes, which pulled up
the ore out of the mine
and which slowly lowered
or hauled up the workers
from the mine’s eternal night shift.

Another reads:

No matter how well things were going,
how much or how little ore was mined,
the continual problem
of pumping out the water remained.
Special posts were created,
staffed by competent technicians
who spent all of their waking time
finding effective ways to rid the mine
of its water.
That’s why a whole room
for the pumps, the pump attendants,
and for the manufacture of the pumps.


Christopher Polhelm,
Perhaps the foremost
of the country’s technical talents.
Determined? Of course.
Self-confident? Certainly.
Often ahead of his time.
For sixteen years (1700-1716)
machine director at Falun Mine.
A master, among other things,
of wooden constructions.

And finally:

The ores
formed two thousand million years ago
were still being mined in Falun Mine
until recent times.
The most beautiful specimens
and the most unusual
mineral formations
are displayed here
in the mineral cabinet.
Cordierite, pyrite with galena, quartz,
anthopyllite in a mixture of mica
and chalcopyrite, gold ore.
Stones with names as glimmering
as their surfaces.