Whiskey, beer and gin that can't really be a sin sink down some pints of ale mouth becomes full of tale even Jesus had some wine true, several tellers intertwine all needs to taken with moderation else drive the toilet seat, no hesitation credit card in the bar sail astray more stories to tell at the hallway last night to this was tempted now, gut wrong way needs to be emptied in a bucket full of sorrow wish there be no tomorrow
Please drink responsibly, ha de Gött!
empty shell, washed up on the beach
empty shell, tossed around by the waves
empty shell, pearl is long gone
empty shell, in a pile of seaweed
empty shell, being put to use
empty shell, house in house for snail
empty shell, spider show off upside down.
The beach is a fantastic place if you look close. I don’t know if the moral here is that it is better with a slimy tenant then an empty shell? Ha de Gött!
Introduce yourself, that short, get to know.
Introduction to start of a training course or workshop.
Meet up with people you don’t know before.
Your name, company, your job and for how long.
Extracurricular activities and interest, not a problem.
But then.
Wife and two children, oldest 23 and one year left at university.
Studying to become high school teacher in Swedish and history.
Still quite easy, what next.
Youngest son should have been 21, but last year passed away.
Make everyone feel uncomfortable, but…
He’s still my son forever in my heart.
Never mention him, as if he never existed?
Pretend he’s still alive and at his second year at university.
But he will never be a computer science engineer.
His ash is in an urn.
Grief throws many punches in everyday life. Specially in situations you don’t expect. This needed to come out.
sits there alone sobbing in crowded city alone sobbing looking down alone sobbing into the dark alone sobbing black display alone sobbing power is gone sodding
Pull you in, like a bee you are drawn.
To their beauty, crave your attention.
Look, see through the lens.
It is here for a short, short time.
Capture the colors with the shutter.
This little flower was a bit difficult to identify. A violet for sure, but there are quite a few. And they are very similar. After some detective work together with my wife, I have concluded it is most likely a Wood Violet (Viola riviniana) also called Dog Violet. You can find it all over Eurasia and in Africa. According to Wikipedia it is the county flower of Lincolnshire, UK. Ha de Gött!
Shelter, against the wind Savior, from the deep Alone, on bare rock Stubborn, trough time
This little shelter is called “Enslingen”. Translates to “the loner” or “the hermit”. It is built on the bare rock by the waterfront. Not very much information is to be found about this boathouse. I asked my father-in-law and he had a book with some info. I was expecting exiting stories but it was basically on two sentences.
It was built around year 1900 in this place as the bare rock was perfect to dry the large fishing nets. With the help of sun and wind they soon dried up. Now 120 years later it is a resting place for photographers and hikers in this fantastic natural preserve. Ha de Gött!
Untouched sand beach. Only footprints from the seagulls. Looking for something to eat at the waterfront. Washed up oyster shells casting a shadow in the evening light. Sometimes life is places like this.
Ha de Gött!
Unfolding green snort and sneeze CO2 to O itchy red eye soothing shade anti-histamine food and shelter flooding nose
Yes, spring is here. Flowers and nature bursting in nuances of green. Full of fantastic pictures waiting to be taken. If I just could see through my watering eyes. I have an allergy to pollen. Luckily there are H1-blockers. Ha de gött!
Free like a bird fly where ever you want soaring the winds up high sun kissed wings What, no service on this flight gizzard is empty, scream freedom gone, got to land dump excessive weight on a bald Should have listen take the full coarse attention stopped after taking off now I wish to be caught
The words were just flying around in my head. Perhaps a bit to much whiskey yesterday evening. I think this poem needs a rescue operation! Ha de Gött!
a giant eye watching the night looking, at you looking, down on you extraterrestrial probing hiding in plain sight
The Moon. Our mysterious neighbor. Scientist say it is a planet and we see craters from meteors crashing to its surface. But, what if…. What if it really is a giant CCTV or an eye? Who, then is watching? Have a good night!
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