How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!
Walking in the soft green moss with the rustling leafs from last year around my feet. In the old culture landscape where nature slowly reclaims its territory in a wild softness. The bird song cacophony, warns of the one eyed intruder disturbing the mating calls.
Go green, ha de Gött!
Sometimes it is just still, even if you’re not sure what is up or down.
The island Killingen in Sannäsfjorden a sunny day in March. Ripples on the surface caused by me sitting on the floating bridge.
Blue can be fantastic, ha de Gött!
Calm evening by the sea in the golden hour.
It smells like salt, ha de Gött!
There is something comforting with the sea and today we need comfort when madness seems to be the new normal. So today a slideshow with pictures from the beach. Music composed and performed by my son.
Hope for hope, ha de Gött!
Ship sailing down the river, Göta Älv, with the new high-raises in the background. In the middle far back is ‘Skansen Kronan’ as a reminder of the history.
River flows, let it flow, ha de Gött!
Today was sunny and I decided to do some landscape photography. I got some nice shots I’ll share later. This little tussock of grass caught my attention as took a little break leeward from a cliff. There on a small sand beach it was engaged in a tug of war with the strong wind.
Flex and bend to the end, ha de Gött!
play mates forest and water swirling down the hill in an whimsical stop and go water push trough forests attempts to hold back its friend float along branch and stick see where it goes to the noisy roaring ocean wind freeze a moment in cold north wind rippling to birds accompaniment and treetops whooshing till we meet again
Stay in the moment, ha de Gött!
Leaning isn’t falling, ha de Gött!
Lonely fisherman sailing out to sea
Navigating shallow waters, inserts and island
Cliffs scraped naked by wind, not a single tree
Confidently steers along coast and strand
True and simple, a way to be
Life is a voyage, navigate with caution, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 