
Found him, the Easter Bunny, ha de Gött!


Found him, the Easter Bunny, ha de Gött!


Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!


The ‘Påskbrasa’ Easter bonfire tradition stems back the mid 1700 when Dutch merchants in Göteborg brought this to the Swedish west coast. The fires was meant to scare of the witches returning from the island Blåkulla where they been indulging in orgies with the Devil. There is also a link to the burning of alleged witches that took place all over Europe during the 1600.
The Easter bonfire is a tradition in the northwestern part of Europe, Austria and Switzerland. Like many Christian church traditions this has it roots in the folklore. Fires were lit in the breaking point between winter and spring, to help spring to win over the cold and dark winter.
Keep the fire burning for all that is good, ha de Gött!




Ducking for the witches and wizards flying away on their Easter parade I managed to get these full moon pictures yesterday. It was a magical evening with a light spring chilled wind. The birds singing mixed with witches evil laughter and the werewolf howling at the moon.
Got to get that fur of my back, howl de Gött!


A few days ago I wrote about this skerry without a name. Can’t have that my Mother-in-law said. After some digging in the local history books she found a name reference in connection with a rather sad story. The name is Hällbergsskäret. The name comes from a poor family with the name Hällberg that lived in a small cottage on the beach close to the spot where I took the picture.
In 1895 two orphans, a brother 18 years old and a younger sister 13 years old embarked on a voyage in a small row boat from Kalvö to Lammö. With only a 100 meters left to row go the boat sunk and the two youngsters drowned. The reason why the boat sunk is not mentioned. The distance between the two islands is just a little more than one kilometer.
Even the smallest places has a history, ha de Gött!


Two adult Great Black-backed Gulls (Larus marinus), Havstrut in Swedish, resting on a small rock at the edge of the Sannäsfjord. The sharp contrast between the black and white feathers reveals that they are adults, at least four years old. This is the largest of the Gull family. This opportunistic, and curious birds can be found on both side of the Atlantic oceans northern parts.
Sea you, ha de Gött!


Starboard or port, the question.
Best make a hasteful poll.
Right with instant satisfaction.
Left will cost, a heavy toll.
Mare nostrum, ha de Gött!


This tiny little skerry has no name. Not even my father-in-law could come up with a local name. We pass it often with the boat but I have never landed there, making sure not to disturb the sea birds.
Beauty has no name, ha de Gött!


How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!


Reflecting tree more than three becomes a forest a place for rest
Knock on wood, ha de Gött!