
Make high flying plans but keep your feet on the ground, ha de Gött!


Make high flying plans but keep your feet on the ground, ha de Gött!


Cars and trains, blue skies and wind power. There is a beautiful ugliness in this motorway bridge over the gorge. Travel has always been important for us humans. The will to explore. To boldly go where no-one gone before, or at least possible to go from Göteborg in Sweden to Oslo in Norway in three hours.

When you can, go by train, ha de Gött!


After a dry winter and spring the small river is running very dry. Still some water to reflect in.
Water is life, be careful with it, ha de Gött!


Sometimes the clouds steal the show. I stood there, expecting an alien starship to appear from the sky.
May the force be with you, ha de Gött!


Evening picture from Klätta, Bohuslän Sweden, ha de Gött!


Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!


The ‘Påskbrasa’ Easter bonfire tradition stems back the mid 1700 when Dutch merchants in Göteborg brought this to the Swedish west coast. The fires was meant to scare of the witches returning from the island Blåkulla where they been indulging in orgies with the Devil. There is also a link to the burning of alleged witches that took place all over Europe during the 1600.
The Easter bonfire is a tradition in the northwestern part of Europe, Austria and Switzerland. Like many Christian church traditions this has it roots in the folklore. Fires were lit in the breaking point between winter and spring, to help spring to win over the cold and dark winter.
Keep the fire burning for all that is good, ha de Gött!




Ducking for the witches and wizards flying away on their Easter parade I managed to get these full moon pictures yesterday. It was a magical evening with a light spring chilled wind. The birds singing mixed with witches evil laughter and the werewolf howling at the moon.
Got to get that fur of my back, howl de Gött!


Starboard or port, the question.
Best make a hasteful poll.
Right with instant satisfaction.
Left will cost, a heavy toll.
Mare nostrum, ha de Gött!


This tiny little skerry has no name. Not even my father-in-law could come up with a local name. We pass it often with the boat but I have never landed there, making sure not to disturb the sea birds.
Beauty has no name, ha de Gött!