
Shelter from the storms around. A buoy to anchor as you return from the adventures on the wavy sea. The small island Store Snart outside Resö, Bohuslän Sweden.
Be that buoy for someone, ha de Gött!


Shelter from the storms around. A buoy to anchor as you return from the adventures on the wavy sea. The small island Store Snart outside Resö, Bohuslän Sweden.
Be that buoy for someone, ha de Gött!


Boats, bridges and boat sheds, Havstenssund Bohuslän Sweden.
Ha de Gött!


Narrow gate in the Skansen Kronan fortification in Göteborg. The half inscription should read Carl XII stig, Carl XII path.
Don’t be narrow minded, keep your mind wide open. Ha de Gött!


No place for walk and talk, ha de Gött!


Faith and hope since the first dawn of Homo Sapiens, the thinking man the need has been around to explain the why, to make heads or tails why are we here bring comfort in the unavoidable end a sense of making sense of things out of sense Faith and hope since the dawn of civilisation, the social human the urge has been strong to compete and win, to conqour and divide how much can I pile a legacy to, cheat the definite end a sense of making sense of things out of sense Faith and hope since the dawn of religions, the summing human the misuse and abuse been the rule to control the tribe, the masses to fearlessly run towards the bitter end reduced to useful idiots in the hands of senseless prophets without any sense Faith and hope Hijacked to the dark side
Keep faith and hope but watch out for the false prophets, ha de Gött!
Inspired by John Malones poem Hope.


Ha de Gött!


We had a tug of war, me and the wind. I was trying to get a stable shot but the wind tried to push me of the cliff. Sat down on my ass like a three year old while the wind was screaming like a parent in 30 meters per second. Just like riding on the car roof going 105 km/h.
Keep calm and hold on, ha de Gött!


It starts already in September
sneaks up on you
when you least expect
you freeze, a shiver down your spine
but there, in the windings of the brain
the deceiving jingling pops up
welcome as zits in a teenage mirror
You try to fight it off, but then
but then in the shop
the frantic wailing from Mariah
all I want for Christmas is youOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOU
it sticks in your poor brain
like chewing gum under your shoe
You flee out the door while trying to keep your lunch
trying to calm down with a nice coffee
only to be punched in the face by
the ultimate torture
last Christmas I gave you my heart
a Wham in your gut
then you know, you have to succumb
to three months of terror
stumbling off, hollow eyes and pale
whistling jingle bells, jingle bells
Let the celebration begin, ha de Gött!


A little red cabin framed by the colours of autumn.
There is a season for everything, ha de Gött!


Ha de Gött!