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Fear not

Fear not

He could feel something beside him. Just that notion of movement that for a split second sent a chill down his spine. Instinctively he turned to see. With a gasp and a stumbling step back he realised he was staring onto his worst fear. The chill from his spine spread like a spiders web over his back. His heart skipped a few beats before it starting to pump harder. The tongue went dry and started to swell as his mouth opened so wide that the chin almost hit the floor. A long drop as he was a tall person.

Staring back at him with open mouth was and old man. Bald with bushy eyebrows and thick hair coming out of the nostrils and ears. Wrinkles like canyons covered the pale reddish skin. A bit of contradiction he found himself to think. He froze staring at the scary image of a crocked back trying to lean back. The chill had turned into a dripping sweat when he heard his wife’s voice in a hazy distance. Forcing himself to snap out of the shock he managed to squeeze out a “huh”.

Now he could clearly hear his wife telling him in a loud voice to stop prance about in front of the mirror!

Age with grace, ha de Gött!

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Fairy tale road

Fairy tale road

Mysterious forest track

what’s around the bend

will I meet Rapunzel

long blond hair from a cliff tower

stumble over racing hare and a hedgehog

smoke smelling and well fed Hänsel und Gretel

is that a cat in a hat and boots

feel the stare in the neck from seven ravens

a few steps further seven short men singing

Cinderella and Snow White dancing hand in hand

Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!

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Alone stone

Alone stone

Left here since the ice age some ten thousand years ago. Watching how the nature around slowly changes. Generations come and go. Past generations believed these blocks of stone was thrown by giants or the the gods. The stone knows.

Fact or fable, where’s the fun. Ha de Gött!

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Christmas spirit

Christmas spirit

cringed rhyme on a package
oversized shopping mall Santa ho, ho, hoo
sleigh bells and jingles
wailed to pieces White Christmas 
blasting from cracked speaker membrane
frantic blipping red hot gold cards
twinkling blank eyes, pulling arms
perfect Disney tree in Hong Kong plastic
coloured balls and flashing lights
hurry hurry get some more
you better buy for goodness sake
keep those wheels turning
get in that Christmas spirit

It’s a holiday, not a contest, ha de Gött Christmas.

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The tree

The tree

The forester planted a seed and it sprung from the ground. He was pleased and nurtured the plant. Watched as it grew, shooting branches with foliage so green. He was widely praised for this beautiful tree and its fast growth. Pleased he sat down to closely watch over his tree.

Slowly the colours changed. Deep healthy green faded in to yellow and red. The forester franticly ran with buckets of water and fertilizer to bring back the green. Branches started to come off so he started to trim them to save what was healthy. All he could hear was dissatisfied grunts.

Slowly the tree withered and died. With heavy heart and tears in his eyes he walked away. Fingers pointing in discontent. On top of the hill he turned around to see. To see what was left of his tree. The dense forest around blocked his view. Blocking the sun rays.

Stay focused but don’t forget to look up, ha de Gött!

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Abandoned

Abandoned

Abandoned farm that slowly the forest takes back. Who lived here and why did they leave. Was it a big lively family laughing around the dinner table after a hard days work. Children grew up and went away to university and high payed jobs in the city, even to the other side of the world, maybe Down Under?

The old couple staying on until their bodies gave in to age. Now sitting in the retirement home with their memories. Memories of the cows mooing a salute for the early morning milking. The smell of warm stable on a cold winter morning. Pigs grunting as they slowly wake up ready to be feed. Laughter from children playing hide and seek at the forest edge. A gentle kiss and a caress over her pregnant belly.

The fading photo of a smiling family in front of the farm silently slips from her hand as she falls asleep in the chair.

Happiness is a retrospect, ha de Gött!

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Karl Johan

Karl Johan

Karljohansvamp (Boletus edulis) or in English cep, penny bun, porcino or porcini. Introduced to the Swedish cuisine by the, from France, imported king, Karl XIV Johan. From then on it has been called Karljohansvamp.

Karl XIV Johan was born 1736 as Jean Bernadotte in Pau, France. He became king of Sweden and Norway in 1818. On the throne until 1844 when he passed away at Stockholm Castle.

Eat like a king, have some mushroom. Ha de Gött!

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Optimist

Optimist

I must be an optimist. Left early from work, thinking I could get some cool storm pictures before dark. The hope was that there would be an opening with rays of light in the thick clouds before sunset.

Normally there is a 25 minutes drive home, but today! All slow traffic possible was out on the roads. Swedish is a language rich of curses and swear words so after 45 minutes I think I had them all covered. Finally got home, changed clothes and grabbed my camera. Got in the car for the normally, five minutes drive to the nature preserve. Guess what! Slow traffic had all decided this was the road to drive down. They even stopped in the middle of the road for a nice chat with the oncoming slow traffic. I know some swear words in Finnish and Norwegian, so I used them also.

Now there was only a ten minutes walk to the roaring sea. Nope! After a week of rain the paths were flooded and muddy. The smooth rocks was like soaped bathtubs. Light was now fading fast as the, wished for, opening in the clouds turned into a closing. I managed to get one, yes one, decent shot and then it was lights out. Still I managed to get back to the car, without falling into the mud or break any bones slipping around on the soapy rocks.

Exercise is good for you, ha de Gött!

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Through the forest

Through the forest

The neck hair raised, and a chill found its way down his spine. At the same time he felt two burning dots, from someone watching in the dark. What was that in the corner of his eye? Better not look or it could drag him into the whispering foilage. Keep your eyes to the ground, focus on each step. Breathing hard short breaths as the sweat ran down his chilling spine. Looking up to see the path. What was that? Glowing eyes in the bushes and grinning teeth? Blinded by the joggers headlamp. He was finally safe, or was he……

Boooo, ha de Gött

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Mooring

Mooring

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!

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