
Autumn colors reflecting in Mölndalsån Göteborg.
Ha de Gött!


Autumn colors reflecting in Mölndalsån Göteborg.
Ha de Gött!


Wonder where the rest of that hawser is? Somewhere out on the seven seas. In storms and lull. Does it know that it left a bit of itself on the dock?
Did a sailor tosse it overboard? Broken and rejected at the bottom of ‘le grand blue’. Hiding place for Barracudas and Mermaids.
Not all questions will get an answer, ha de Gött!


Around the bend
in the flowing light
a place to mend
in the shadows
a place where things will end
Around the turn of the road
in the bright shining sun
a smile to carry my load
in the shade of falling leaves
is the universe waiting to implode
Stay the course, there’s no turning back. Ha de Gött!



Same scene different light, orchestrated by the sun and the clouds. Do you see the same things, and get the same feel from the three pictures?
Our minds play trick on us to makes a quick judgement call. That is part of our survival instinct. Today we need to be more careful to who’s pointing the light. If we don’t stop and look we can easily be lead astray.
Always be source critical, it’s critical. Ha de Gött!


Hello my friends, I’m the friendly grey tractor. A bit ruffed up and corrosion in my paint but still going strong. I go under the nickname Grålle, Gray Horse.
Brum, brum, ha de Gött!


What is not to love
with autumn
a crescendo of color
from warm to cold
green grass covered in frost
from lull to storm
birds in formation
navigator set to south
nature smells
of settling down
Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!


Ha de Gött!


She stands there on the tiny rock. Firmly against all roaring winds and crashing waves. Calmly she blink with her green eye. Safe passage to still waters.
How I wish to be like her in the modern world. Every minute we are flushed over by impressions and alarming news. Curled up in that comfy armchair. An embrace to land in.
Oktober 10 is world mental health day. Make a difference. Smile, say hello to a friend or a stranger, ha de Gött!


Vintage tractors ploughing in the autumn sun.
Be a cultivated cultivator, ha de Gött!