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ullehaddock

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

Life

life is a strange thing

just when you finally figured it out

you have to move on

to greener pastures, as fertiliser

screaming and naked you are born

a blank sheet, a story yet untold

to become a epic chronicle, an encyclopaedia

then the ink runs dry, the swan sings

the comfort is that no-one knows

how thick will the book become

or when you write the last chapter

the last word and the final dot.

Life’s a journey, not a destination (Aerosmith). Ha de Gött!

På Svenska

livet är en konstig sak

precis när du äntligen klurat ut det

måste du gå vidare

till grönare betesmarker, som gödningsmedel

skrikande och naken du är född

ett tomt ark, en historia som ännu inte har berättats

att bli en episk krönika, ett uppslagsverk

då torkar bläcket, svanen sjunger

trösten är att ingen vet

hur tjock blir boken

eller när du skriver på det sista kapitlet

det sista ordet och den sista punkten.

Livet är en resa, inte en destination. Ha de Gött!
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Situation Stockholm

Situation Stockholm

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han kom fram och bad snällt
påträngande men ändå ödmjuk
sålde de hemlösas tidning
kostar 80 kronor men jag gav honom en 200 hundring
han blev glad och tacksam, ett leende och för en stund lyste hans ögon upp
sa att han skulle köpa mat till sin fru
ville ge en kram, men vi nöjde oss med armbågsbuff
men jag såg skuggan av missbruk bakom honom
gjorde jag en god gärning eller gjorde jag honom en björntjänst
hoppas det blev det något över till mat men
troligtvis födde jag hans missbruk först
om så bara för en kort stund var vi båda på den goda sidan
valen vi gör är våra egna, svåra eller enkla

English version

he approached me, asked gently
insistent and yet humble
selling the homeless magazine
price was eight Euros, but I gave him a twenty note
happy and grateful, a smile and for a moment, a light in his eyes
told me he was going to buy food for his wife
wanted to give me a hug but we settled for high five
I could see the dark shadow of abuse behind him
was it a good deed or a disservice to him
I hope there was some left for food
or did I just feed that dark shadow
if only for a short while we were both on the good side
choices we make are our own, difficult or simple

Open your heart and see what happens, he de Gött!

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Back in the day

Back in the day

The sandy beach Skrea Strand in Falkenberg, Sweden where I spent much time as a teenager and young adult. There are some good, and bad, memories from this place. It must been 20 years ago since I was here the last time and still amazed by the long sandy beach and the high dunes.

Cherish your memories but don’t get stuck in them, ha de Gött!

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Imagine

Imagine

I took a bus tour to the Northern Ireland on my visit to Dublin. There was several stops where we were herd around like sheep by our friendly shepherd, ehh guide. One stop was the Dark Hedges. Never heard of it but my brain quickly built up a picture, more like this first photo.

This was what it was like. More sheep, ehh, people. More places to go so time was, to say the least, limited. Total stop 20 minutes, 8 minutes to get there from the bus stop. Do the math and there was 4 minutes to get a good picture. Preferably without all the sheep, ehh, people. Eight minutes back to the bus, no time for a pit stop! Let me tell you my bladder is now double size.

Luckily I’m Scandinavian and close to two meters tall. Managed to come away with this last picture.

Only small sips of the water, ha de Gött!

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The old railroad

The old railroad

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Svensk version

sövande kadunk, kadunk
far fram i maklig lunk
passerar en å och en ko
över och under en bro
åar, älvar och berg
så blåa och röda i sin färg
böljande landskap i skimrande högsommar grönt
skog och fält av bondens slit krönt
stoppar på mången station men passerar de gamla små
Bohusbanan en av de få som ett trött hjärta dunkar på
för ung och gammal en pendlares puls
historiens vingslag där vikinga tingen hölls
fiskarens kamp mot havets hårda lag 
ekar i takt med stenhammarens slag 
kadunk, kadunk
En resa i då och nu från Strömstad till Uddevalla

English version

Soothing thud, thud
moving on in slow jog
pass a stream and a cow
over and under a bridge
streams, rivers and mountains
so blue and red in colour
rolling landscape in shimmering high summer green
forest and field crowned by the toil of the farmer
stops at many stations but passes the old small ones
Bohusbanan one of the few on which a tired heart beats
for young and old a commuter's pulse
the wings of history where the Viking thing were held
the fisherman's struggle against the harsh law of the sea
echoes in time with the blow of the stone hammer
thud, thud
a journey in then and now from Strömstad to Uddevalla

A tribute to the old railroad named Bohusbanan where the train still runs even if it’s in dire need of refurbishment. Still has those old bolted joints that make a very characteristic thud sound as the wheels pass over them. The distance is 80 km and takes an hour and half. I never mange to stay awake the whole journey.

Enjoy the ride, ha de Gött!

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