Same scene different light, orchestrated by the sun and the clouds. Do you see the same things, and get the same feel from the three pictures?
Our minds play trick on us to makes a quick judgement call. That is part of our survival instinct. Today we need to be more careful to who’s pointing the light. If we don’t stop and look we can easily be lead astray.
Always be source critical, it’s critical. Ha de Gött!
She stands there on the tiny rock. Firmly against all roaring winds and crashing waves. Calmly she blink with her green eye. Safe passage to still waters.
How I wish to be like her in the modern world. Every minute we are flushed over by impressions and alarming news. Curled up in that comfy armchair. An embrace to land in.
Oktober 10 is world mental health day. Make a difference. Smile, say hello to a friend or a stranger, ha de Gött!
Vintage tractors ploughing in the autumn sun.
Be a cultivated cultivator, ha de Gött!
Fading from green to yellow and long shadows. The cows have eaten all the grass and gone home. One more layer of clothes as the wind is getting colder, but the sun is still warm when it find an opening in the cloudy skies.
Get dressed for success, ha de Gött!
When the world around wobbles hard it feels good to have that calm anchor point to hold on to. Ha de Gött!
One man’s sunset is another man’s sunrise. Twenty four, three hundred and sixty five. Countless spinns, on and on. We are but a blink in eternity.
Carpe diem, ha de Gött!
Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
Yesterday it was two years since we had the burial ceremony for my son. My sons piano teacher Christer, who is also a church musician, posted a video of my son Edvin when plays Claire de lune by Claude Debussy at age 15. So many times I’ve heard him practice this on the piano but he never allowed me to record it. Even if it was hard to see his fingers move across the keys these gems he left for us in his music somehow makes it easier to cope.
Picture taken in Helsingör, Denmark, ha de Gött!
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
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