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!
The turquoise bridge reflecting in the calm water of Enningdalsälven, the Enningdal river. Just a kilometre downstream is the waterfall from my post earlier this week, find it here. The medium size river flows to the north, one of the few in Scandinavia. The nature is fantastic, I’ll be back, to quote Arnold.
The 95 year old bridge was built in Göteborg 1926 by Götaverken. Götaverken is most known for ship construction in the Harbor of Göteborg, but also constructed heavy steal constructions around the world. The steal construction is painted in a green turquoise color and held together with rivets. It’s a narrow bridge where the carriageway is made from wooden planks.
Try to stay on the straight and narrow, ha de Gött!
So finally at the very end of the season I got one to sit still long enough. The dragonfly, Vagrant darter (Sympetrum vulgatum). In Swedish it’s “Tegelröd ängstrollslända” probably from its brick red color. Luckily there is a Swedish Dragonfly Society with an excellent web page so I could find out the species. Vagrant seems to be a bit of a misfit. After all it can fly! According to Google translate there is another meaning of darters but I won’t go there!
Don’t hold back, spread your wings. Ha de Gött!
Ha de Gött!
The great spotted woodpecker (Dendrocopos major). As I was walking back to the car I heard it up in the trees. It sounded very annoyed with my presents but, even so I stopped to see what it was. With some carefully chosen words to myself for leaving the zoom lens in the car I stood there.
To my surprise it moved closer and closer down tree stem under much noise. As if it was yelling at me for being so close to the storage she had in the birch stem. I managed to get this picture with the 35mm macro lens.
There’s magic in the forest, ha de Gött!
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