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!
How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!
Reflecting tree more than three becomes a forest a place for rest
Knock on wood, ha de Gött!
Shhh, ha de Gött!
Premiere tour with my boat today when I saw this cloud. Rising behind the cliff like the bird Phoenix or rather in these days a peace dove. I hope it flies and poop all warlords in the face so they come to their senses.
Give peace a chance, ha de Gött!
Like Robinson, alone
On a desolate island
Waiting, longing for
Friday
Live now, ha de Gött!
So it finally got me. That little bugger, the Covid-19 virus. With three vaccine shots, I got mild symptoms, some fever, sore throat, headache and a running nose. They say we are 60% water and I think all of it has been poring out of my nose.
Better stay home and replenish all that water so no running around with the camera for me. So today a link to a slideshow with my attempts of landscape photography.
Stay safe, ha de Gött!
Sun sets behind Hällsö, ha de Gött!
Framed by the alder branch you see the cliff ‘Riddarsprånget’. Translates to ‘knights leap’. According to the local folklore a knight was chased up on the cliff. Outnumbered and with chasers rapidly closing in on him, he spurred his horse over the cliff. Wether the knight and his horse survived the 30 meter fall remains untold. If the knight stripped off his steel Armour before, he might have swimmed ashore together with his faithful runner on this very beach.
Don’t let anything weigh you down, ha de Gött!
Secret message written on the rock. A message from mother nature to take better care of her. Like spoiled children we ask for more, more, more. But she is blue, the only one in the solar system.
Reduce, reuse, recycle, ha de Gött!
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