
Full speed ahead
A Happy Meal roadside
Eat, get your toy
Sounding brum, brum in backseat
Out the window, bored
Now, stuck in pit stop
Without a crew
Slow down and breath, ha de Gött!


Full speed ahead
A Happy Meal roadside
Eat, get your toy
Sounding brum, brum in backseat
Out the window, bored
Now, stuck in pit stop
Without a crew
Slow down and breath, ha de Gött!


It can be hard to stay calm and trust yourself when a flock of cows run towards you. Each weighing 500, up to 800 kilos. Golden rules are, too check your escape route, never walk trough a flock and look the leader, the alpha cow in the eyes. If you start to run you better run fast as they will start to run with you and can accidentally run you down.
Keep calm in muh muh land, ha de Gött!


There was this strange
man
Bald with gray
hair
A scary bushy pair of
eyebrows
Antennas from each
ear
Abyss deep wrinkled
skin
Must be something
wrong
With that foggy
mirror
Scary when you feel like that insecure boy and realize that reflection is you. Ha de Gött!


Make high flying plans but keep your feet on the ground, ha de Gött!


After a dry winter and spring the small river is running very dry. Still some water to reflect in.
Water is life, be careful with it, ha de Gött!


Live on, full of scars
Open wounds, live struggle
Core open to elements
Healing, full of character
We all have scars, that is what we are, ha de Gött!


Water reflection on the steep Riddarsprånget. It has an interesting story, read it here.
High flying plans can end with a splash, ha de Gött!


A man standing in a boat fishing for trout. First real warm day in April. The sun warming the cold sea and creates a sea smoke haze.
Sun is behind everything, ha de Gött!


Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!


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!