Through the eye of the needle. What can you see.
Through the eye of the needle. What will fit.
Through the eye of the needle. What will thread.
Through the eye of the needle. What’s on the other side
Through the eye of the needle. Camel or man.
Sometimes better not knowing, ha de Gött!
Yellow hat fungus Monday macro, ha de Gött!
This weekend was the start of the moose hunting season. Better stay out of the forest for a while. My father-in-law told me there was a veterans tractor day not far from home. I grabbed the camera and joined him.
It was a pleasant surprise to see all the tractor models from my childhood. Some in mint condition and some very much in daily use. There was the Volvo BM 230 with its characteristic sound from its two cylinder diesel engine, “ti-to, ti-to. Hence it got the nickname “Tisdag-Torsdag”, Tuesday-Thursday, but it doesn’t make any sense in English, sorry.
There was also Volvo BM 430 and Volvo BM 350. The 350 was also called Boxer from its three cylinder boxer diesel engine. I remember the acrobatic struggle to get in and out of the Boxer. The smell of wet soil and diesel filled the air in the mild autumn weather as the sound of strong diesels rang in my ears.
Grounded in dirt, ha de Gött!
If I had to choose a favorite season it would be autumn. The variety is not only in the colors. The weather offers daily surprises. Strong winds one day and the complete stillness in between. Heavy cold horizontal rain and indian summer sun an hour later. The first nibble of frost in the morning while the animals harvest for winter storage.
Easy does it, ha de Gött!
Macro of a parasol mushroom. I think it is a shaggy parasol or a parasol mushroom. Like many mushrooms it is very difficult to find out. Beautiful anyway. Now if it is a shaggy parasol one can only wonder what goes on underneath.
Don’t stay to long in the sun, ha de Gött!
I was just about to put away the camera as I was loosing light when I heard her. My friend the Eagle-owl I wrote about in an earlier post, find it here. She was hiding very well in the branches of the high pine forest. She had me under close observation as I was trying to find a good angle and get closer. I even think she was moving around to block my view. She gave me a tantalizing hoo-hoo as I walked away.
Easy come, easy go, ha de Gött!
On the lichen covered rock it waits
Waits to be tossed by the wind
become once again part of the soft soil
Carried away by an ant
Winter anthill shelter building lock
become once again part of the soft soil.
But, be careful where you place it, ha de Gött!
Popping out in the lawn like umbrellas in a rainy outdoor concert. The Ink Cap “Coprinopsis atramentaria“. In Swedish “Bläcksvamp”, that translates to “ink mushroom”. It’s edible but don’t mix it with alcohol, then it becomes poisons. Because of this effect it is sometimes called Tippler’s bane. So make sure what’s in that mushroom stew before washing it down with beer or wine.
Just remember there is always a non alcoholic alternative, ha de Gött!
Perhaps today it’s time to sell the house. This is the view from my home office today. After several days of heavy raining the meadow has turned into a lake. The wild apple tree cast its beautiful autumn image to reflect in the still water. For those concerned, the cows are indoors already. More rain is expected so I’ll have this for a few days, hope I get some work done at all.
Everything in moderation, ha de Gött!
Alone on the beach the little Herring Gull chick. Limping on his injured leg. Deserted by his parents and kind. Looking back with fear in the eyes. To young or scared to make any sound. Unable to open its wings and fly to safety. Little Herring Gull chick stuck in the open field.
I took this picture some weeks ago walking to the boat. First I was glad I could get so close and take a picture without my zoom lens. Then I realized it was a Herring Gull chick that was hurt. Clearly the parents had given up on it as there was no gulls in the air shouting and attacking me. An hour later when I came back a couple of feathers moving in the wind revealed that nature’s taken its course.
Sometimes mother nature is harsh, ha de Gött!
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