
Street light comes on as the old cobble stone street enters the twilight zone. Strömstad, Sweden.
Don’t fear the dark, fear what hides in the dark. Ha de Gött!


Street light comes on as the old cobble stone street enters the twilight zone. Strömstad, Sweden.
Don’t fear the dark, fear what hides in the dark. Ha de Gött!


Mirror, mirror in the sea.
Can you tell, what will be.
The future upon us one, two, three.
Cherish the moment, it won’t come again. Ha de Gött!


Heading south in formation, letting us know winter’s coming.
Duck for the ducks, ha de Gött!


Under a green umbrella
the river flows
playing light and shadow.
Life is a stepping stone dance, don’t slip. Ha de Gött!


I wonder if Otis knew
What the tech companies
would do to us.
Now we’re just sittin’
on the dock of the Bay
Just wasting time
and the world around us
sinks into 1984.
Look up before it’s too late, ha de Gött!


Just look at me!
Ha de Gött!


Secured with strong ropes to the jetty, riding out the storm.
Keep your connections strong, ha de Gött!


Yes, I’ve been dancing waltz in the ballroom of the Norwegian royal palace! There was no glass shoes involved, we had to wear plastic slippers to protect the floor, but still!
Dance, dance, ha de Gött!


Thunder clouds building up over the deep forest at Flötemarken and the river Kynne Älv in Bohuslän Sweden.
Keep dry, ha de Gött!


Seems this is my post number 1000 here and I’ve been wondering what it should be about. 1000 blog posts, it must be about blogging.
I set out into the WordPress cyber space five years ago to practise writing for the book that’s lingering in my head. It was also a way to channel the pressure from dealing with my son’s struggle with mental illness. Then there was also the pandemic that didn’t help much. Sitting by sons bed clicking the keyboard helped him settle down and to go to sleep. After daily attempts during that summer in 2020 he finally found his everlasting peace in August.
I was devastated and nearly broke down, forced to choose whether to stay or leave. Blogging became a therapy, and I even did some poetry. I also took up photography a bit more seriously to get out into the nature. Walking in the forest and hugging a tree is so much better than all psychotropic drugs. Photography became a bigger part of my blog.
In the WordPress blogosphere there is a community and a connection and, even if some open up and share strong feelings I’ve never seen any mean comments. Some bloggers that I interacted with I consider friends, even if we’ve never met in real life. There are posts and comments that made significant a difference in my life, none mentioned none forgotten. Thank you!
Who knows I might be around for a 1000 more.
With a little help from my friends, ha de Gött!