
Tire, down flat Tire, with holes Tire, displaced Tire, rubber ring Tire, worn out Tire, left to rot Tire,d to be used as dumping ground
We should be kinder to Mother Nature. Ha de Gött!




Tire, down flat Tire, with holes Tire, displaced Tire, rubber ring Tire, worn out Tire, left to rot Tire,d to be used as dumping ground
We should be kinder to Mother Nature. Ha de Gött!


There in at the edge of the forest. Alone and neglected. Lawn mower locked in the outhouse for many years. Bushes and trees running wild in the garden. Dry paint falling off, leaving the wood open to the forces of nature. In dire need of attention.
Found this yesterday and I think it looks good in Black & White. It is still salvageable. The chimney looks fine and there is electricity, but I doubt if someone pay the bill. There is also an outhouse that I wrote of yesterday. Ha de Gött!


You say I'm full of it Now enough, I quit Sat on my bench Spread your stench Flies buzzing around You just making sound Reading all the paper Then reused it later Now forever this is halted By nature I am bolted
Today I came across an abandoned house and this outhouse. I just start to write and see where the words take me. Perhaps I need to see somebody… Got to go, ha de Gött!


Reflecting scrap stone Put there long ago Sharp and cracked Past and present frame Ice braking up Melting in the sun Spring is coming Jack Frost yields But not without a fight
Ha de Gött!



Soaring up high Free in the sky Detached from ground Watching for prey Elegantly upwind find Scanning ground Food or threat Free or just hungry Dinner chased away I wish I could fly She wish she could eat
This common buzzard (Buteo buteo) and its mate flies over me several times when walking in nature. To spite me they stay in the sun or behind trees so I can’t get a clear shot. This time I managed to get this okay shot of this fantastic bird.
Ha de Gött!


The dragons egg. Hard boiled in the depths of mother Earth. Frozen and shaped by ice and water. Lifted up to be ornament over the food cellar.
What if it hatches. What would come out? A cute little dragon or dinosaur. Piping for its mum. What would it eat? Flies, birds and a moose.
Grow, and grow, and grow, and grow! Would it then, take you for a snack?
Ha de Gött!


Like little soldiers Lances held high Marching over branches Flags flying in wind Every branch conquered By this army of green
