
Can’t have one without the other, Ha de Gött!


Can’t have one without the other, Ha de Gött!


With promise of warmth and summer it lits up this cold January day. Comfortable temperature in this, from the north wind, sheltered bay. On the other side of the hills the strong winds, up to 25 meters per second, cut through bone and marrow.
Dress for success, ha de Gött!


It was a bit tricky with the strong sunlight but I managed to get a few good shots with long exposure. I love the effect the water splash makes with the lens open a bit longer.
I also took some video with my phone and you can find it here.
Look but don’t stare, ha de Gött!



Two pictures from this weekend storm. The power of the wind literately took my breath away. I had to find shelter behind a rock or sit so I didn’t fall in the water.
Stand firm, ha de Gött!


Today it appeared to me. Rose up in the roaring storm. In all its glory. Whipped up by the wind and waves. For just a brief moment.
Splashed with its tail in anger. Casts the evil eye on humanity. Roaring a plead. Stop using my home as a dump.

We should be ashamed, ha de Gött!


Today there is a roaring storm outside. With heavy rain it was not possible to take photos. But then, an hour before sunset it broke through the clouds. The photographers best friend, the sun. I grabbed my camera and drove down to the beach. Parked like a tourist and ran over the slippery rocks, blinded by the setting sun. I think it was worth it.
The forecast promise that the strong winds will stay until tomorrow and that there will be sun. Guess where I’ll be?
See the light, ha de Gött!


play mates forest and water swirling down the hill in an whimsical stop and go water push trough forests attempts to hold back its friend float along branch and stick see where it goes to the noisy roaring ocean wind freeze a moment in cold north wind rippling to birds accompaniment and treetops whooshing till we meet again
Stay in the moment, ha de Gött!


Empty boat moorings waiting for the summer in a winter cold small town landscape. Harbor side walk is empty. No problem with social distancing. No troubadour leading a sing-along crowd in front of the outdoor scene. No late night, hot dog or hamburgers served in the take away. But six months from now. Grebbestad, the place to be.
Enjoy every season, ha de Gött!


Leaning isn’t falling, ha de Gött!


Black Tang, Blåstång in Swedish, (Fucus vesiculosus) waiting for the tide to come back in. Must be a celebrity in the English speaking world. Wikipedia suggests nine different names and a nick name. Here we go, try to remember them all tomorrow. Black tang, bladder wrack, rock weed, bladder fucus, sea oak, cut weed, dyers fucus, red fucus, rock wrack and the nick name sea grapes.
Now this is almost like a Monty Python scene. Try not to laugh, dyers fucus, red fucus, bladder fucus. How easy for the non native English speaker to pronounce wrong here and loose all credibility in the Oceanic Society key note speech. The evening visit to the hotel bar might turn out lucky or just a boring conversation about bladder control.
Seriously, don’t take things too serious, ha de Gött!