Standing out from the crowd.
Freak, odd, weird, strange, bizarre, alien, misfit, peculiar.
Unique, original, innovative, exceptional, trailblazing, creative.
Change perspective to fill the void.
I just realised as I wrote this. It takes more letters to write the words to describe being different in a positive way than in a negative way!
Does that tell something about us? Ha de Gött!
Seems this is my post number 1000 here and I’ve been wondering what it should be about. 1000 blog posts, it must be about blogging.
I set out into the WordPress cyber space five years ago to practise writing for the book that’s lingering in my head. It was also a way to channel the pressure from dealing with my son’s struggle with mental illness. Then there was also the pandemic that didn’t help much. Sitting by sons bed clicking the keyboard helped him settle down and to go to sleep. After daily attempts during that summer in 2020 he finally found his everlasting peace in August.
I was devastated and nearly broke down, forced to choose whether to stay or leave. Blogging became a therapy, and I even did some poetry. I also took up photography a bit more seriously to get out into the nature. Walking in the forest and hugging a tree is so much better than all psychotropic drugs. Photography became a bigger part of my blog.
In the WordPress blogosphere there is a community and a connection and, even if some open up and share strong feelings I’ve never seen any mean comments. Some bloggers that I interacted with I consider friends, even if we’ve never met in real life. There are posts and comments that made significant a difference in my life, none mentioned none forgotten. Thank you!
Who knows I might be around for a 1000 more.
With a little help from my friends, ha de Gött!
I took this picture in Munich. The sign was sitting over the Kunstpavillon (Art Pavilion) in the Alter Botanischer Garten (Old Bothical Garden).
What do you think? Is art only for those with more than they need, or is art needed for all of us.
Art is everywhere, just look around. Ha de Gött!
Some places fills you with calm, this is one of mine.
I can sit there, out of the wind and just listen to the sounds.
Waves breaking and swooshing up the beach.
The clicking of the colourful stones.
As they struggle to stay on as the water runs back to the sea.
Just to collect new energy.
Do the same again, but never ever the same.
Remember to stop so you can find your place, ha de Gött!
As part of the summer concert with the choir, Kristall, I sing with I was asked to recite a poem of my own. It’s much more fun to say yes than no. So with butterflies in my stomach and shaking like a leaf I did.
Here is the English version, video in Swedish at the end.
Breaking through
always there
even in the darkest hour
behind the thickest cloud
in the longest night
trust it
hold on to the promise
close your eyes, and dream, day
hold it, in your heart
evening sun reflects spectrum
blue, green, yellow, red
shadows fade, all the way into black
an eternal whirling dance
of sun, and earth in the universe ballroom
we spin along
hoping to catch, the golden moments
like dancers focus their eyes
a frozen beat of rotation
we stay with the spin
without falling out into oblivion
Faith, Hope and Love
Light breaks through, always
To boldly read what no man has read before, ha de Gött!
Sinkadus is a Swedish word that is not easily translated to English but it still fits this picture like a glove. It means something like ‘strike of luck’. According to my research it’s stems from French and a game of dice where the lucky number seven, cinque et dous, five and two with two dices. Even if my son, the Swedish teacher, would be proud this was not meant to be a language lesson post but be about the photo.
You need some skill to be a good photographer but above all you need patience and luck, sinkadus. Just like when you’re out walking and find a scene like this. From Trossö-Kalvö-Lindö, Bohuslän Sweden. Sometimes the dices roll my way but I think I refrain from putting any money on it.
Bad or good, luck is always with you. Ha de Gött!
Just follow my lead and you will do fine.
I don’t know the name of these birds but, here is some excellent parenting going on. Making sure the chick knows how to keep the feathers clean before the flying lessons starts. That is, after all, you can do as a parent before the children leave the nest and fly off into the adventures world.
Children do as we do, not as we say. Ha de Gött!
A picture from Morups Tånge in Halland Sweden. I lived just one kilometre from this proud lighthouse from the age of 13 to 27. Made me think about what’s home. In my first 13 years we moved as many times so this was the first time I actually felt rooted. I drove past the farm and the new owners had changed pretty much everything. So the feeling of home was not for me anymore, all gone. Maybe it’s like that song “wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”. What do you think?
There’s no place like home, ha de Gött!
We are the same age, me and the bridge, still hanging on. Älvsborgsbron over the Göta Älv river where the river meets the ocean. It was open for traffic in 1966 but the inauguration was not until 1967 for some reason.
Now you know my age, ha de Gött!
So many questions of this wheel. Did it fall off and rolled down the hill bounced on the curb and landed in the thicket. Where is the bike and does the other wheel miss his mate. What must the owner feel, was he or she in to much of a rush. Had to be balancing off to work on a mono bike. This runaway tire, what tales could be spoken.
Life is like a box of chocolate, ha de Gött!
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