Small rental boats hiding away from the wind. It’s the end of the season and soon they will be taken ashore for the winter. Ramsvik, Bohuslän Sweden.
We all strive to stay afloat, ha de Gött!
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!
A picture from Morups Tånge in Halland Sweden. I lived just one kilometre from this proud lighthouse from the age of 13 to 27. Made me think about what’s home. In my first 13 years we moved as many times so this was the first time I actually felt rooted. I drove past the farm and the new owners had changed pretty much everything. So the feeling of home was not for me anymore, all gone. Maybe it’s like that song “wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”. What do you think?
There’s no place like home, ha de Gött!
Wait in vain at the baggage claim.
Standing there looking at the suitcases
traveling the forth or fifth round on the conveyor
bound for somewhere else
slowly realizing that in some other airport
far away, there is another poor soul
with the same empty distrusting face
looking at the conveyor in despair
realizing that the underwear
has to be worn inside out tomorrow.
Don’t you hate when this happens, ha de Gött!
Proud they stand, long and tall
with brown winter coloured plumes
from king Frost puffs, refuses to fall
enduring force bends them right back
whizzes low, a reed choir call
while the fox sneaks over the ice
Best not to be too stiff, ha de Gött!
Little lonely shed
backlit and red
on a cliff in the cold
what stories has been told
over fireplace glowing bed
True or false, a story is a story best told. Ha de Gött!
What if
Jesus rode in today
would it be on a
a noisy chopper bike
in a bikers leather west
white halo helmet
or
an electric scooter
letting the long hair
fly in the wind
-
would it be
blast through the doors
of the shopping mall
in the escalator declare
our sins with bombastic words
or
sitting down by the hobo
look with tears in eye at
the steel and glass temple of banks
You can’t bring anything when you finally go, ha de Gött!
It has come to this, I fear
The passing, of another year
Reminiscing all, that's done
thirty one million five hundred fifty six thousand nine hundred twenty six seconds, all gone
Circle closes then takes another turn, my dear
Don’t wait, it may be too late, ha de Gött!
I’ve been struggling with the last line and I’m not really satisfied. I like to invite you to come up with another last line. Thank you in advance.
Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas.
You don’t have to believe the story, but you can live by the message. Ha de Gött!
Today is the shortest day of the year. Sun raise at 09:06 and sets 15:21 here at 58°N, already tomorrow will be one minute longer. To my surprise it came with some light after a period with dark grey skies. To top it all, I had the afternoon off and there was 10 centimetres of snow.
Don’t tell my wife but, I climbed a mountain to get some nice photos of the windmill in the low standing and pale sunlight. Takes some time to get up but getting down is quite fast in the snow.
It is better to get down safely than gracefully, ha de Gött!
