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!
The new year 2023 decided it was time to fill up the reservoirs of water in the ground. It has been raining almost nonstop but today it was forecasted that the sun would break through the clouds. Not so much sun but at least some light so this is the first picture for 2023.
Leaking boots makes a cool photographer, ha de Gött!
The beautiful and special corkscrew shaped horns of the Tadjik Markhor (Capra falconeri) is the reason for its decline. The horns are popular among trophy hunters. I guess it’s the stupidity of mankind, the need to own what’s beautiful and unique.
This goat lives in mountain areas and is a fantastic climber. The females live in groups but the males are solitary and only meet to mate. Violent fight take place between the males and the winner then get to mate with several females.
Only shot worth taking, is with the camera, ha de Gött!
The year 2022 comes to an end and it’s time to reflect. I took a look back on my photography during 2022 and tried to pick out my 10 favourite photos. I wish that thought would self destruct after 10 seconds as it was a bit of Mission Impossible. Struggling with the imposter syndrome and the falling in love with some of the pictures. I managed to pick 10 out and here they are in a slide show. Hope you like it.
I wish you all a very Happy New Year. In Swedish Gott Nytt År, 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!
I hope you all enjoy a wonderful Christmas.
My gift to you is my son playing Silent Night on classic guitar.
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.
The forester planted a seed and it sprung from the ground. He was pleased and nurtured the plant. Watched as it grew, shooting branches with foliage so green. He was widely praised for this beautiful tree and its fast growth. Pleased he sat down to closely watch over his tree.
Slowly the colours changed. Deep healthy green faded in to yellow and red. The forester franticly ran with buckets of water and fertilizer to bring back the green. Branches started to come off so he started to trim them to save what was healthy. All he could hear was dissatisfied grunts.
Slowly the tree withered and died. With heavy heart and tears in his eyes he walked away. Fingers pointing in discontent. On top of the hill he turned around to see. To see what was left of his tree. The dense forest around blocked his view. Blocking the sun rays.
Stay focused but don’t forget to look up, ha de Gött!
Doors possibilities corridor risk to be taken choose wisely the one to open shut in the face lock and key take a closer look unknown unlock don't be a knob handle with care hinge the heart wide open
Walk right in, ha de Gött!
Abandoned farm that slowly the forest takes back. Who lived here and why did they leave. Was it a big lively family laughing around the dinner table after a hard days work. Children grew up and went away to university and high payed jobs in the city, even to the other side of the world, maybe Down Under?
The old couple staying on until their bodies gave in to age. Now sitting in the retirement home with their memories. Memories of the cows mooing a salute for the early morning milking. The smell of warm stable on a cold winter morning. Pigs grunting as they slowly wake up ready to be feed. Laughter from children playing hide and seek at the forest edge. A gentle kiss and a caress over her pregnant belly.
The fading photo of a smiling family in front of the farm silently slips from her hand as she falls asleep in the chair.
Happiness is a retrospect, ha de Gött!
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