Archive for ‘Life’

Bluebell

Bluebell

Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Today it was announced that the Small Bluebell (Campanula rotundifolia) was appointed to the floral emblem of Sweden. It has always been my favorite flower so I’m very pleased. It is also called Harebell or Bluebell of Scotland. Hope they don’t feel that we stole it from them. It blooms July to September. Twenty three years ago when I got married to my lovely (she reads the blog) wife, the entire church was decorated with Bluebells.

The picture was taken by me last summer on Killingen island. My son, who passed away seven months ago today, though I was going a bit to nerdy. He took the picture of me that you see below. Also I share a picture of the related Large Bluebell.

Hope you like, subscribe, comment and have nice weekend. Ha de Gött!

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Always learn

Always learn

A guiding star in my life has always been learning. A day spent without learning something new, is a day wasted. I have not yet wasted a single day. You learn new things everyday but often don’t realize it. It is a question of keeping an open mind and being curious. Some people see mistakes as a failure and I pity them. I always told my children that it is no use making mistakes if you don’t learn from them.

Sometimes you set out to try and learn something new, and for me it has been photography. I have taken some online courses and got a lot of tips from my father-in-law. Mostly I just clicking away thinking it is only 10 000 hours, or in this case 10 000 pictures, between the amateur and the pro. So I show you some pictures from the same spot taken in early November last year and last weekend, some 1 000 pictures later. What do you think, any progress? For best view go to my site. Old/New.

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Five five

Five five

Yesterday I turned 55. Can’t turn the numbers around to sound younger anymore. Next time I can do that in five years when I turn six!? That would be fun to start acting like a six year old.

Some say, old people most, that age is just a number. In a way I can relate to that as I still wonder when I will grow up. But the hard reality is that, even if thew mind is young, the body starts to degrade. Even if you exercise much. Spend time climbing and walking in nature. You can feel how it gets harder to climb that hill or make that jump over a gorge.

Also your mind slows down and it is harder to learn new things. Like what emojis to use without offending anyone, or even find them. In most cases one can compensate with experience but in a faster and faster changing world it is getting harder. The brain needs practice to stay healthy, same as muscles so I always challenge myself to learn new things. In fact my motto is; “If you didn’t learn anything today, it was a wasted day” (sounds better in Swedish). I have not yet lived a day without learning something new.

Another annoying thing of getting older is hair. It leaves your head only to start growing in other awkward places. Your nose, ears, eyebrows and, I think I stop there. It is like the Elvis recording from Las Vegas when he’s laughing through “Are you lonesome tonight” where he sings. “When you gaze at your bald head and wish you had hair”. At least you save some money on shampoo that you can spend on nose clippers.

Another positive thing with age is that it’s okay to be grumpy and complain over modern music. You can sit there feeding the doves and complain over the young people walking by staring down their mobiles. Letting your flatulence go on the bus is more okay the older you get and since your nose is covered with thick hair you won’t smell it yourself.

Live long and prosper. Don’t forget to like, subscribe and comment, I put my glasses on to read them. Ha de Gött!

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Connect

Connect

A friend lured me to a dance, offered me an chance. To met his cousin sweet, could that be with my two left feet. After moving me around, in the loud, loud sound. Looking in your eyes so blue, I was thinking can this be true. Your smile so bright, blinded me like a light. Just then and there we connect, felt this is correct. We sat down to drink, what is going on we think. Walking home that night, everything felt so right.

You became my wife, in a house just our size. Through life’s ups and downs, the pro’s and the frowns. Never a hard word, from you I’ve heard. Our connection is strong, I’m right were I belong. You have my heart, and the occasionally fart. Forever I’ll be true, to your eyes so blue.

To my lovely wife who has put up with me for 23 years. Happy Valentines Day. Don’t forget to like, subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

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Scandinavian

Scandinavian

Are you finished, the waiter asked. He looked up with a surprised expression. No, I’m Swedish, he said. The waitress frowned and looked at him like he was a UFO. Turned on her heals, slapped the cloth, and walked away with a grunt. He looked at his dinner date with a face like a question mark. Why did she ask if I’m from Finland, he asked. His dinner date started to laugh. In fact she laugh so loud and intense that the whole restaurant stopped eating and stared at her.

Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Now people started to feel a bit uncomfortable and he just wanted to sink through the floor. Finally his native English speaking date calm down and could explain the misunderstanding. She signed to the waitress. Also she giggled when the language mistake was cleared and she could clean of the table. With a big smile she asked if they would like some Danish for desert.

Have you any fun story to share when you tried to overcome the language barrier? Please comment, like and subscribe. Ha de Gött!

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