
Just a Tuesday macro, ha de Gött!


Just a Tuesday macro, ha de Gött!


The city is full of noise and everything moves in fast speed. This picture is taken in one of the busiest places in Göteborg. Tram number 11 from Saltholmen to Bergsjön passes by in speed. Not everything changes fast. The tram type was used when I was a child in the 1970:ties. In the background is the City Hall and the statue of the city founder king Gustav II Adolf.
Try not to rush through life, ha de Gött!


Sunday blues, ha de Gött!


Colorful thick for winter cold days.
Soft rustling, smelling of chilly fresh October rain.
Still wind quilts autumn cover for Mother Earth.
King Frost wait around the bend.
Keep warm, hug your loved ones, ha de Gött!


Just resting on the way down. Even the sharpest juniper spikes offers a resting place. Waiting for that gust, that gust of wind for the final journey.
Have a lovely weekend, ha de Gött!


along meadows and fields pulling cutting deep in rich soil plowing sturdy and strong the red tractor seagulls land like snowflakes feast new over old fade to brown turning
Promted by a comment from John Malone to my tractor post. In relation to ‘William Carlos Williams’ poem ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’ I made this humble attempt to a ‘red tractor poem’.
What red things do you like to have a poem written to? Ha de Gött!


There is a special, magical place. An oak and linden tree forest on the north side of a ridge. Autumn leaf softly swirl down to the ground from the tall trees. Dry leafs on the ground rustle around your feet as you walk. In the crown of the majestic trees, the south west wind makes a whooshing sound.
On the ground it is silent and still, so silent you can touch it. Smell it. Feel it. There under green blankets of moss the trolls sleeps until night comes. A woodpecker makes a knocking sound trying to find food in a dead oak branch. All is well and your soul is renewed.
Listen to the sound of silence, ha de Gött!


Handle never pressed to friendly welcome open slammed shut in anger opened gently to say sorry Handle never pressed slowly, by tiny children's hands, night before Christmas to lock teenager out after first taste of freedom to squeak after boys night out Verdigris green and rusted, left out under the blue sky Not a single time open, but never ever closed
Found this handle at the house never built that I wrote of a year ago, find it here.
Handle life with care, ha de Gött!



The Gorge in Havstensund is 100 meters long, 10 meters deep and less than one meter wide. By the locals it’s called “Koppraklöva”. “Klöva” is dialect word meaning gap or gorge. “Koppra” comes from the store that was in front of the entrance. The membership owned store, “Kooperativa Förbundet”, closed many years ago but the name stays on.
It’s possible to walk through if you you’re not pregnant or had to many beers in your belly. You need to be equipped with strong nerves squeezing through while wishing that the rocks hanging over your head will stay there. It is like a shadow hanging over me.
Drop a comment if you got the famous song reference, ha de Gött!


Pearls of water, in water
Renewal, surface tension
Yellow signal, between
Heaven and earth
A mere reflection
What was, what will
Sunday, Sunday, ha de Gött!