
Chill, ha de Gött!


Chill, ha de Gött!


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


Shhh, ha de Gött!


Rhythmic steel chime
like a lullaby of
longing
home and away
Life’s a journey, ride on. Ha de Gött!


Sky is the limit, ha de Gött!


Ulseröd windmill catching the last rays of the sun, ha de Gött!


Tram passing Church of Annedal reflecting in a pond at Slottskogen, Göteborg. A scene of stillness in the busy city alarm.
Keep calm and ride on, ha de Gött!


Naked tree refuses to fall.
Ha de Gött!


It’s February and nature awaits the coming of spring.
Any day now birds will start to sing.
Good things come to those who waits, ha de Gött!


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!