
Little red hut
by seaside discrete
was anything but
Hold on it will clear up, ha de Gött!


Little red hut
by seaside discrete
was anything but
Hold on it will clear up, ha de Gött!


Sometimes we get it wrong
too much information
to the loo
he enthusiastically admired
Per in wrinkles
doesn’t make sense
I’ll go and look for some periwinkles, toodle-oo. Ha de Gött!


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!


Yesterday presented a fantastic evening sky and this completely still pond. Times like this you wish that you brought the camera. Luckily I did! I managed to get a few good shots before the wind picked up and changed the scene. One of the important things to know as a photographer is how to balance the frame with the rule of thirds. I do think it also can be this.
To quote the Swedish King when he met the Queen, “it just clicked”. Ha de Gött!


Locked in the loo wondering what to do have to admit situation is shit will this end well panicking smell do another squeeze climb the window please how could this be snapped lock'n'key becoming laughing stock janitor call to unlock discreetly with chill noisy chisel and drill curses to unblock that stubborn lock
Sometimes you’ll have to face your worst fear, ha de Gött!


why was it
he invented dynamite
and then
in regret instigated a prize
for literature and peace
how could he forget
to name a prize
for Christmas present rhyme
Some things are just prize less, ha de Gött!


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.



It was a rock’ n’ Roll weekend. Both smoke on the water and fire in the sky. Come on, you all know the famous riff. Let’s go!
We all went down to Grebbestad On the sea Skagerrak shore line To take pictures with the camera, yeah We didn't have much time now King Frost and the Ice Queens Were at the best place around But our sun put up it's flare gun Burned the sky to red inferno Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the water, you guys are great
Air guitar, everybody. Yeah, ha de Gött!


awkward situations, eyes moving like pinballs
discomfort, bubbling laughter in the elevator
mystery, who done it
some countries has melodies playing
to drown the rear end fanfare
stealth smelling or loud like thunder
don’t say the words, blush and giggle
don’t keep it in, let it all out
you must, it’s a law of nature
Don’t be shy, let the trumpet sound, ha de Gött!


Svalört (Ranunculus ficaria) or Pilewort. Using the Haddock straight translation from Swedish this becomes ‘Cool herb’. Pretty cool for a Thursday flower.
Stay cool, ha de Gött!