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ullehaddock

Writer of sorts with a soft spot for Photo. Writes about life and what comes into my mind.
Blind

Blind

Blind
Sometimes wish, I was blind
Untouchable by darkness
Walking the only, one road
Guided by an inner light

Steer me right
In life’s pathless journey
Herded by a shepherd
Holding, rod of confidence

The storming roar of uncertainty
By lighthouse foghorn silenced
A ship softly rolling
Safe at harbour

With a child’s clear eyes
See doubt turn silent
Land me in blind
Faith
Blind (Svensk version)
Önskar ibland, jag vore blind
Onåbar, av mörker
Vandrande den enda vägen
Vägledd, av inre ljus

Styr mig rätt
På livets stiglösa färd
Av en herde ledd
Trygg med sin stav

Ovisshetens stormande vrål
av fyrens mistlur vyssjad
Ett fartyg som rullar mjukt
I trygg hamn

Med barnets klara ögon
Se tvivlet tiga still
Landa mig i blind
Tro

Keep the faith, ha de Gött!

Motive, opportunity, intent

Motive, opportunity, intent

Ejdgesjön, Bohuslän Sweden

As a landscape photographer you sometimes feel like a detective in a crime novel. There are some apps available to guide you but if you want to find the unexpected you have to go out there and detect.

Finding the motive will take you on many dirty back roads. On the major roads you will create long lines of angry, honking drivers. Wonder what that middle finger in the air means? If you find a parking spot you struggle onwards through dense forests and muddy paths in thunder and rain.

It it’s all worth it when you find that spot. Makes your heart pump with joy, or is it trying to catch up from the walk? There it is, but what do you want to tell with this scene, what is the intent? You walk back and forth like a nervous first time dad in the delivery room. You realise you’re talking loud to yourself. Looking around for the guys with the long sleaved white jacket.

Finally you find a good angle. Then you realise you miss the final ingredient, the perfect light! Will the clouds clear, will the sun shine? You could wait for that perfect opportunity, but then you should not have sat down in an anthill!

I have to plead guilty to this passion, ha de Gött!

Christmas greetings

Christmas greetings

We stand there like a Christmas tree, strong, tall, bright and joyful. Then it all starts.

In Sweden we hand out all presents on Christmas eve and we get to see Santa handing them out in person! Well that’s everyone except all dads that for some strange reason all go out to buy the newspaper, or nowadays go to the basement to fix the WiFi. Being a dad I now own a fair share of newspapers, hoo, hoo. Poor Santa soon has to rush off to the Anglo Saxon world. Squeeze through an old chimney and put presents in old, hopefully washed, socks for Christmas Day morning.

Luckily we gave him some real dark Christmas brew and one or two schnaps before he went off. Now both he and Rudolph has a red nose lighting up the night as he flies with super sonic speed over the skies.

Wonder if he feels like the bottle in this last picture after Christmas? I know I do!

Don’t forget why, ha de Gött and Merry Christmas!

Herring gull

Herring gull

Do you know how hard it is to fly around, scream and shit all over, asked the gull. Especially in this dreadful storm. Can’t I just sit here in leeward for awhile and rest, maybe taste some of that lunch?

I said, sure but can you guarantee that you will not take of, call your friends and have them dump all over me and then fly off in screaming laughter. Try me, he said. But are you willing to take the chance not to share?

I let him have a bite of my sandwich, and for a moment we were the best of friends, sitting next to each other in silent coexistence. I put the remains of my lunch into my backpack and stood up ready to go. A final look at each other before he took of with a loud scream. He circled a few times around me, and I think he waved with his grey wings.

Be kind, ha de Gött!

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