I’ve been off grid for some time since my wife used me as cheap labour in the garden. When she looks away I can sneak out to take some pictures like this roadside picture from Kalvö-Lindö.
Do as you’re told, stay married longer. Ha de Gött!
Sinkadus is a Swedish word that is not easily translated to English but it still fits this picture like a glove. It means something like ‘strike of luck’. According to my research it’s stems from French and a game of dice where the lucky number seven, cinque et dous, five and two with two dices. Even if my son, the Swedish teacher, would be proud this was not meant to be a language lesson post but be about the photo.
You need some skill to be a good photographer but above all you need patience and luck, sinkadus. Just like when you’re out walking and find a scene like this. From Trossö-Kalvö-Lindö, Bohuslän Sweden. Sometimes the dices roll my way but I think I refrain from putting any money on it.
Bad or good, luck is always with you. Ha de Gött!
You have to love a city with trams. Amsterdam, Holland has them and bikes, lots of bikes. I must confess that I was more afraid to get into an accident with a bike than with a tram. They Ride really fast and they must be totally fearless, even if they show impressing skills navigating around lost tourists. I did not see anyone wearing a helmet, not even children. The sound of the bicycle bell was the soundtrack of the city. Of course there are dedicated bicycle bell shops.
It never happens to me, until it does. Take care, ha de Gött!
Just follow my lead and you will do fine.
I don’t know the name of these birds but, here is some excellent parenting going on. Making sure the chick knows how to keep the feathers clean before the flying lessons starts. That is, after all, you can do as a parent before the children leave the nest and fly off into the adventures world.
Children do as we do, not as we say. Ha de Gött!
A picture from Morups Tånge in Halland Sweden. I lived just one kilometre from this proud lighthouse from the age of 13 to 27. Made me think about what’s home. In my first 13 years we moved as many times so this was the first time I actually felt rooted. I drove past the farm and the new owners had changed pretty much everything. So the feeling of home was not for me anymore, all gone. Maybe it’s like that song “wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”. What do you think?
There’s no place like home, ha de Gött!
Three generations of trams on the parade street Avenyn in Göteborg, Sweden. Typical April weather, one minute rain and snow and the next bright warm sun. At the far end you see the colons of the art museum.
Public transport is always an adventure, ha de Gött!
suddenly
in the middle of
the everyday
I miss you
like a punch in my gut
the pain spreading
in every fibre of me
thought I was
okay
passed all stages
of crisis
out on the other side
okay
but it never goes away
the missing of you
then I feel you near
placing your hand
on my shoulder
telling me
I'm in a good place
okay
I'm okay
You learn to live with your scars, ha de Gött!
It is always there. Even in the darkest hour. Behind the thickest cloud. In the longest night.
Trust in it. Hold on to the promise. Close your eyes and dream the day. Keep it, in your heart.
Faith, hope and love. Light will come through.
Shine the light, ha de Gött!
Alone in solitude.
Surrounded by the vast blue.
Highly valued so true.
Everyone counts, ha de Gött!
Caught in the vortex. On a downward spiral.
Go oblivious with the flow. The euphoric dance to something.
Better?
Be a stone of reason, take a stand. Heels down in the ground.
Have we not been down this path before.
Panem et circenses, ha de Gött!
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