Stupid, silly, dumb, foolish, fool, idiotic, imbecile, fatuous, daft, doltish, sappy, goofy, rattle-headed, nit-witted. I could go on and on with word describing (other) peoples lack of intelligence. Languages are usually full of these words. But people are not stupid!
They just have bad luck when they think!
People make mistakes, be forgiving. Ha de Gött!
Days are short and when the weekend comes it rains. Winter this far north is not optimal. Time too learn more about editing the brighter seasons photos. Today I share a slide show with some of this years pictures.
Always learn, ha de Gött!
Wordless Thursday, ha de Gött!
Picked up, his guitar today wrapped my hand around its neck slide my fingers along the strings Picked up, his guitar today scuffed up frets from his music finger tips on his favorite chords Picked up, his guitar today the weight in my lap heavy, as my silent heart Picked up, his guitar today
Cherish the music in your life, ha de Gött!
The water surface shimmers with green and blue. Waves break, softly against the yellow and brown sandy beach. A small splash as water hit a stone embedded in the soft sand. One lonely seagull lands gracefully in the water, to check the visitor out. Driftwood washed up by the latest storm. Private beach, time for a skinny-dip.
8°C in the air and 8°C in the water. I already got a cold so I stayed on the beach. Ha de Gött!
November can be very dull and gray, but if you look close. Look close to see the bright colors hidden on the ground. If you’re lucky the sun lights up and create dramatic, long shadows.
I don’t know the name of this red little fungi but I hope Rudi can help. Do check out his blogg and his fungi knowledge, picpholio nature photography.
Watch where you’re going, ha de Gött!
Lazy days of summer. Bedded in green. Digesting. Kissed by the suns warmth. Those lazy days of summer.
Ha de Gött!
There’s a hole in my bucket.
Well mend it, then.
But where did I put it?
Now I can cross out this of my photo bucket list, ha de Gött!
Rush hour in Havstenssund. The autumn evening shadow gently cover the houses, as the sun sets behind the cliffs. The little village prepare for the winter. Lobster fishermen moor their boats in the harbor. There is a chilly wind but in the street it is calm, sheltered by the houses and the white fences. Take a left to the gorge or go straight down to the harbor. Smell the fresh salted wind and listen to the boats tough by. Feel alive.
Breath in breath out, ha de Gött!
Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, ha de Gött!
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