
Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, 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!


If I had to choose a favorite season it would be autumn. The variety is not only in the colors. The weather offers daily surprises. Strong winds one day and the complete stillness in between. Heavy cold horizontal rain and indian summer sun an hour later. The first nibble of frost in the morning while the animals harvest for winter storage.
Easy does it, ha de Gött!


Perhaps today it’s time to sell the house. This is the view from my home office today. After several days of heavy raining the meadow has turned into a lake. The wild apple tree cast its beautiful autumn image to reflect in the still water. For those concerned, the cows are indoors already. More rain is expected so I’ll have this for a few days, hope I get some work done at all.
Everything in moderation, ha de Gött!


tone from green yellow and red gust chilly wind gently single down birds formation fly far away land left behind on the ground fade and dry yellow parchment wind tossed in shorter days
I wrote this to the autumn, inspired by the colorful leaf. Forming the words, I realized it was about me being left behind. Some days you just feel like a fading leaf, ha de Gött!

A full year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525 600 minutes. 31 536 000 seconds. Since you left.
In the video my son Edvin, who passed away from us one year ago today, plays his own music. I recorded the video just an hour after he finished the composition. A few week later he was no longer with us. I post this to honor his memory. Hope you like it.