The beholder
looking the same way
contemplating
eyewitness
seeing in different ways
processing
What we see is not what we get
if we get what we see
we see what we feel,
– – is right – –
Don’t be left, try to look the right way. Ha de Gött!
Shelter from the storms around. A buoy to anchor as you return from the adventures on the wavy sea. The small island Store Snart outside Resö, Bohuslän Sweden.
Be that buoy for someone, ha de Gött!
No place for walk and talk, ha de Gött!
Faith and hope since the first dawn of Homo Sapiens, the thinking man the need has been around to explain the why, to make heads or tails why are we here bring comfort in the unavoidable end a sense of making sense of things out of sense Faith and hope since the dawn of civilisation, the social human the urge has been strong to compete and win, to conqour and divide how much can I pile a legacy to, cheat the definite end a sense of making sense of things out of sense Faith and hope since the dawn of religions, the summing human the misuse and abuse been the rule to control the tribe, the masses to fearlessly run towards the bitter end reduced to useful idiots in the hands of senseless prophets without any sense Faith and hope Hijacked to the dark side
Keep faith and hope but watch out for the false prophets, ha de Gött!
Inspired by John Malones poem Hope.
It starts already in September
sneaks up on you
when you least expect
you freeze, a shiver down your spine
but there, in the windings of the brain
the deceiving jingling pops up
welcome as zits in a teenage mirror
You try to fight it off, but then
but then in the shop
the frantic wailing from Mariah
all I want for Christmas is youOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOU
it sticks in your poor brain
like chewing gum under your shoe
You flee out the door while trying to keep your lunch
trying to calm down with a nice coffee
only to be punched in the face by
the ultimate torture
last Christmas I gave you my heart
a Wham in your gut
then you know, you have to succumb
to three months of terror
stumbling off, hollow eyes and pale
whistling jingle bells, jingle bells
Let the celebration begin, ha de Gött!
November with its darkness is not an optimal time for a photographer but with some patience and luck there are some rewards. I waited almost two hours in the cold north east wind for the light from the sun to find a gap in the clouds. Quoting a famous beer commercial from our Danish friends “worth waiting for”.
Good things come to those who wait, ha de Gött!
On warm up-winds looking down on all kinds up high soaring will it ever be boring in the heaven blue this a freedom true would not be a big deal without this vertigo feel
It’s not the flying that’s difficult, it’s the landing. Ha de Gött!
Land of Feel-Sorry-for-Yourself
a place to put you down
beat your ego up
Low Self Esteem for president
besieged by, enemy of you
never ending civil war
army fight call “no use”
stay down for every count
dare not to seek, citizenship
It all starts with the man in the mirror, ha de Gött!
some in frequent use pages darkened by hungry fingers 'who done it' tickling the darkest inside us some covered by dust only yellow by age 'who wants to know' fuelling the creative light during long dark nights dark prose in the poetry corner and whiskey stinking PI's comparing their scars silent with millions of words organised in rows and shelfs collective minds peaks and abysses of humanity
Growing up in a broken home in the suburbs, the library was always a safe haven. Still today I get calm entering a library or a book store.
Take care of the libraries, Ha de Gött!
A fair for people interested in books. Yes, there is, every year in Göteborg, and this year I was there. Not only because I’m interested in books but my son was there to receive an award from the Royal Swedish Academy for the Swedish teacher of the year 2023. Sorry for the boast but I’m so enormously proud. At 25 he is the youngest ever to receive this award.
The Swedish Academy was founded in 1786 by the king Gustav III. With 18 members elected for life the members are the highest language authority of the Swedish language. This are the same persons that elect the Nobel prize winner in literature.
The five day fair was really crowded and it nice to see that the book is still going strong. In this day and age with social media scrolling it is comforting to know there are so many people working for the printed book.
The only heat that should come from a book is heated exchange of ideas, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 