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The old railroad

The old railroad

For English version, please scroll down.

Svensk version

sövande kadunk, kadunk
far fram i maklig lunk
passerar en å och en ko
över och under en bro
åar, älvar och berg
så blåa och röda i sin färg
böljande landskap i skimrande högsommar grönt
skog och fält av bondens slit krönt
stoppar på mången station men passerar de gamla små
Bohusbanan en av de få som ett trött hjärta dunkar på
för ung och gammal en pendlares puls
historiens vingslag där vikinga tingen hölls
fiskarens kamp mot havets hårda lag 
ekar i takt med stenhammarens slag 
kadunk, kadunk
En resa i då och nu från Strömstad till Uddevalla

English version

Soothing thud, thud
moving on in slow jog
pass a stream and a cow
over and under a bridge
streams, rivers and mountains
so blue and red in colour
rolling landscape in shimmering high summer green
forest and field crowned by the toil of the farmer
stops at many stations but passes the old small ones
Bohusbanan one of the few on which a tired heart beats
for young and old a commuter's pulse
the wings of history where the Viking thing were held
the fisherman's struggle against the harsh law of the sea
echoes in time with the blow of the stone hammer
thud, thud
a journey in then and now from Strömstad to Uddevalla

A tribute to the old railroad named Bohusbanan where the train still runs even if it’s in dire need of refurbishment. Still has those old bolted joints that make a very characteristic thud sound as the wheels pass over them. The distance is 80 km and takes an hour and half. I never mange to stay awake the whole journey.

Enjoy the ride, ha de Gött!

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You

You

I never thought 
that I would meet
someone like you
someone like you
would ever look
and see me
and see me
you do everyday
for better and worse
this is year twenty six
this is year twenty six
of good and bad
you are my best friend
you and me and you, we

To my beloved wife. 26 years today, ha de Gött!

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Immortalised

Immortalised

life is shit some say

try standing here all day

this is now my lot

my own destiny full fills

standing on this spot

taking all the spills

seagull chuckles

they say that I’m a noisy pooping bird

honestly I don’t give a turd

This poor guy stands outside the City Hall of Belfast, Northern Ireland. I don’t know who he is or what he done to be immortalised as a statue but the seagulls like him, or do they?

It’s always good to wear a cap by the sea, ha de Gött!

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Old man and the sea

Old man and the sea

I got this picture from the island Ven of the old man on his boat. Made me think of Hemingway.

The beautiful island Ven is situated in the Öresund between Sweden and Denmark. There will be more pictures coming when I catch up with editing my photos from all traveling this summer.

Navigandum est, ha det gött!

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Green

Green

I’ve been away to the green island, Ireland. Mostly in Dublin but also a bus tour to Northern Ireland. I have some pictures, that I managed to take between the rain showers, to edit. Last week stopped the process as I’ve been knocked down by the flu for the fourth time this year. Just a picture from the green landscape to let you know I’m still around.

No greenwashing, ha de Gött!

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Shadows

Shadows

Shyly and silent

evades its origin

the bright light

so close

never to meet

Remember there is still light in the shadows, ha de Gött!

Svensk version

Skuggor

Blygt och tyst

flyr sin skapare

det klara ljuset

så nära

utan att någonsin mötas

Glöm inte att det finns ljus i skuggorna, ha de Gött!

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Sinkadus

Sinkadus

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!

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