
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!


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!


Small tortoiseshell (Aglais urticae) resting on a lichen covered rock.
Rest, don’t just flutter around, ha de Gött!


Like a yellow beacon the Easter lily (Narcissus pseudonarcissus) pops up around Easter holiday. Like the latin name indicates it draws all attention to itself. It is a planted bulb imported to Scandinavia. It originates from the native species found in western Europe from Spain to the British ilands.
Shine but don’t blind, 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!


Found him, the Easter Bunny, ha de Gött!




Ducking for the witches and wizards flying away on their Easter parade I managed to get these full moon pictures yesterday. It was a magical evening with a light spring chilled wind. The birds singing mixed with witches evil laughter and the werewolf howling at the moon.
Got to get that fur of my back, howl de Gött!


Two adult Great Black-backed Gulls (Larus marinus), Havstrut in Swedish, resting on a small rock at the edge of the Sannäsfjord. The sharp contrast between the black and white feathers reveals that they are adults, at least four years old. This is the largest of the Gull family. This opportunistic, and curious birds can be found on both side of the Atlantic oceans northern parts.
Sea you, ha de Gött!


Starboard or port, the question.
Best make a hasteful poll.
Right with instant satisfaction.
Left will cost, a heavy toll.
Mare nostrum, ha de Gött!


This tiny little skerry has no name. Not even my father-in-law could come up with a local name. We pass it often with the boat but I have never landed there, making sure not to disturb the sea birds.
Beauty has no name, ha de Gött!