Free flowing water to the ocean. Just to be pushed up again.
In a wave powered by the wind. So it moves up and down.
Slowly grinding the rock. Grinding it to a smooth, bare surface.
Persistent alga holds fast. Green shelter for the ocean nursery.
We are 60% water. Pollute it, we pollute ourselves, ha de Gött!
Ran out of words today, ha de Gött!
Rings on the water, a brief moment alone Expanding rings connect, overflow and gone Tossed in to the world, flat stone slightly curved Flying elegantly with a bounce, one, two, three, four, five Then sink to be sunk, stone bound to take a dive
Sometimes on a Monday evening those moments just appears, ha de Gött!
On a shelf by the water below a 10 meter steep drop, we saw something as we passed by with the boat. Maneuvering closer we saw two goats settling down for an evening rest. For a human this cliff shelf is only accessible by boat or climbing down attached to a rope. Truly amazing climbers with their small feet.
Make sure your foothold is good, ha de Gött!
Adam the adventures ant Left with a bold chant Walked out the anthill Fearlessly into the evening chill Strongest of animals I am Six times my size, god damn He ran out of luck Six legs was stuck Had to succum' To a chewing gum
You never know what to ant-icipate, ha de Gött!
Like a family of little yellow gnomes, popping out of the decaying oak tree root.
Safely hidden in the fading autumn green leafs, reaching out for the eluding sun.
With yellow hats and casual collars, curiously sniffing the fresh chilly evening air.
Mycel safely connected to the root, signaling celebration their biodiversity flair.
I have not been able to find out what the name is these are, but they are beautiful still. Ha de Gött!
Blackthorn (Prunus spinosa) or Sloe berries. In Swedish “Slånbär”. A bush with long sharp thorns that creates a thicket more or less impenetrable. It’s eatable but rather tart and astringent unless it has been subject to a few frosty nights.
Retract your thorns, ha de Gött!
Sometimes all the poetry is in the picture. Ha de Gött!
I finally got around to go out to the lighthouse with the boat. The weather was fairly calm so it was okay to go in my small boat. Unfortunately I was loosing light but I still got some nice pictures. Below is a picture of the same lighthouse in storm.
The lighthouse is called “Väcker” from the small island where it’s placed. It was built in 1939 to guide ships in an area with many dangerous shallow rocks and strong winds. Several waterways intersect here. In the past goods and fishing ships depended on this for navigation but today it’s more of a landmark, or sea mark.
Light up someones day, ha de Gött!
I know, like me, many of you don’t like spiders. But I have to show you this beautiful Cross Spider (Araneus diadematus). She had spun a one by one meter web on the veranda window and just sat there waiting for a fly or a wasp. It is called “Korsspindel” in Swedish and it simply translates to Cross Spider even without my creative translation. There is a proverb in Sweden “a loved child has many names”. I guess the English speaking world love this spider. Cross spider, European garden spider, Diadem spider, Orangie, Crowned orb weaver and sometimes pumpkin spider.
Found all over Europe and North America. It is an orb-weaver spider, meaning it spins orb shaped webs. The male live a dangerous life. The female sometimes eat the male before, during or after courting. Don’t know if that is some kind of scoring system! Bad DNA I’ll eat you up, good DNA, I want more of you.
It is a common misconception that it is poisonous and dangerous to humans. Like many spiders it has a venom to paralyze its pray but it is much milder than a wasp. So harmless to humans.
So let the world and the spiders keep spinning, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 