Yesterday I posted a picture from my walk in the natural reserve during the storm while exploring the camera and the lens I borrowed from my father-in-law. I’d like to share them with you so I will try a new way and put the on my photo page. I hope you like, subscribe and comment.
The storm settled during the night. The pale morning light revealed a thin layer of ice in the barrel. Woolen socks, warm jacket, he decided. Breakfast was coffee and salted dry herring.
His wife’s belly pushing the blanket up like a hill. She would nag at him for letting her sleep. Mother would taunt her. But he could not find in his heart to wake her.
Behind the squeaking door he could hear her call his name. Across the yard his mother served breakfast. He shivered, put his cap on and walked up the steep path to the little pilot house.
I really challenged myself with a hundred word story in my second language, English. Hope it makes sense. The picture shows the small pilot house on top of a rock that inspired the story. Taken with the zoom lens I borrowed from my father-in-law. Like, subscribe and please comment.
You walk around in a haze. Trying hard not to bump into other people. Watch your step! Forget it, your feet are gone in a fog that makes the area around a chain smoker look clear. Should you by any change see through the mist, your sight will be blocked by something blue or white sticking out over your nose.
You try to breathe. Like a steam train pulling to many wagons loaded with iron ore. Or high up in the mountains carrying your skis in deep snow for that offpist. You try, oh well not so difficult in the fog, to avoid the young peoples pitiful eyes. They look at you with “are you having a heart attack old man” written in the question mark over their heads.
Don’t try to speak. The stubble on your cheeks will pull it down. You try to adjust it. Only to get an angry look from the old lady in front of you. “No you should not touch it” she says with a high-pitched voice that makes the damp on your glasses freeze. At least the fog went away. Now everything looks much more psychedelic. What was it really in that coffee?
You stumble of the train. As soon as you are alone you rip it of with a sigh of relief. Only to see your expensive glasses go to the ground. The spectacle sidepiece stuck in the lace of the FACE MASK! You put on your spare spectacles on only to see a lady in the next car get out and easily put the mask on. She wants to look good so she uses a car window as a mirror to adjust it. Four pair of eyes from inside looks up with a very surprised expressions.
No I will not take a stand for or against Face Masks but tomorrow I will get contact lenses. If I can find my way home! Hope you enjoyed. You know the drill, like, comment and subscribe.
Roots in the water.
Salt and sweet.
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As I read other peoples blogs I get inspired to try new things. So here it goes a Video, or really a slide show! I hope it works.
The sheep you see in the slide show is Bruno, Dos, Tress and Mojäng. They don’t really want to stay behind the fence. Often they run away and eat good stuff in the gardens around. They are therefore sentenced to spend the summers on a small island. It is named Killingen but we call it Alcatraz. Now they are back on the main land for the season so lets hope they don’t run away and eat my wife’s flowers.
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