First dance competition since Covid-19 and my sons first competition in Cha-cha and Jive. Also the first time for me to take photos of dancers. The family has some ten years experience in the dance halls. Both sons competing, but then it was the Rock’n’Roll dances. Back then my wife held the camera for the still images and I was in charge of the video camera. So yesterday was same, same but different.
Dance like there’s no tomorrow, ha de Gött!
Stupid, silly, dumb, foolish, fool, idiotic, imbecile, fatuous, daft, doltish, sappy, goofy, rattle-headed, nit-witted. I could go on and on with word describing (other) peoples lack of intelligence. Languages are usually full of these words. But people are not stupid!
They just have bad luck when they think!
People make mistakes, be forgiving. Ha de Gött!
Picked up, his guitar today wrapped my hand around its neck slide my fingers along the strings Picked up, his guitar today scuffed up frets from his music finger tips on his favorite chords Picked up, his guitar today the weight in my lap heavy, as my silent heart Picked up, his guitar today
Cherish the music in your life, ha de Gött!
The water surface shimmers with green and blue. Waves break, softly against the yellow and brown sandy beach. A small splash as water hit a stone embedded in the soft sand. One lonely seagull lands gracefully in the water, to check the visitor out. Driftwood washed up by the latest storm. Private beach, time for a skinny-dip.
8°C in the air and 8°C in the water. I already got a cold so I stayed on the beach. Ha de Gött!
Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, ha de Gött!
Sunday blues, ha de Gött!
There is a special, magical place. An oak and linden tree forest on the north side of a ridge. Autumn leaf softly swirl down to the ground from the tall trees. Dry leafs on the ground rustle around your feet as you walk. In the crown of the majestic trees, the south west wind makes a whooshing sound.
On the ground it is silent and still, so silent you can touch it. Smell it. Feel it. There under green blankets of moss the trolls sleeps until night comes. A woodpecker makes a knocking sound trying to find food in a dead oak branch. All is well and your soul is renewed.
Listen to the sound of silence, ha de Gött!
Pearls of water, in water
Renewal, surface tension
Yellow signal, between
Heaven and earth
A mere reflection
What was, what will
Sunday, Sunday, ha de Gött!
So mysterious it sits there in the night sky. Sunbathing, casting just a glimpse of light in the dark. So near, so far.
Poetry, songs, stories, horror, hope, longing, envy. Mind provoking since ancient times. Guiding travelers across land and sea, a friend.
Like a cheese full of holes. Knocked about and bombarded by the universe. Hide and seek in twenty eight day cycles.
Howl at the moon, it’s good for you (but not for the neighbors), ha de Gött!
Through the eye of the needle. What can you see.
Through the eye of the needle. What will fit.
Through the eye of the needle. What will thread.
Through the eye of the needle. What’s on the other side
Through the eye of the needle. Camel or man.
Sometimes better not knowing, ha de Gött!
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