Love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage
So they sing the tune
They lived happily ever after
So ended the tale
Rings, a car, children, a house, a mortgage, piles of bills
Love concur all, so the Bible says
But the sinister question, that can end it all
Honey, do I look fat in this?
All I want for Christmas……..
Someone been very creative in the boathouse.
Wonder what the old fisherman wish for with his longing stare into the distance.
Maybe he wishes that his wife will not learn about all girls he has in every port.
Could be he wish that there, for once, were some tobacco in the pipe.
A more practical wish to be able to fix that hole in the boat.
My guess is that he simply wish that Santa to stop tormenting that accordion!
Just remember that if you smoke, Krampus will come instead of Santa! Ha de Gött!
Lines in the sky. Airlines. There in the skyline, high flying.
Commercial airline race. Line up in the blue haze.
Underlining our freedom. People connecting white lines.
Smoke lines to adventure. Draw the line till she choke.
There’s always two sides to a coin, ha de Gött!
Just like Adam and Eve
Should I pick and eat
Sun kissed but frozen
Would I know it all
Or is it just the Serpent Sun
Lure me
To bite my teeth off
Be curious, but not dumb, ha de Gött!
I just let the picture be the poetry today, ha de Gött!
Autumn transforms into Winter
Frozen water crystals
Scarce light in long nights
Silently swirl down
Dress in bright white
Like a snow white bride
Snow is fun, ha de Gött!
The water surface shimmers with green and blue. Waves break, softly against the yellow and brown sandy beach. A small splash as water hit a stone embedded in the soft sand. One lonely seagull lands gracefully in the water, to check the visitor out. Driftwood washed up by the latest storm. Private beach, time for a skinny-dip.
8°C in the air and 8°C in the water. I already got a cold so I stayed on the beach. Ha de Gött!
Lazy days of summer. Bedded in green. Digesting. Kissed by the suns warmth. Those lazy days of summer.
Ha de Gött!
Rush hour in Havstenssund. The autumn evening shadow gently cover the houses, as the sun sets behind the cliffs. The little village prepare for the winter. Lobster fishermen moor their boats in the harbor. There is a chilly wind but in the street it is calm, sheltered by the houses and the white fences. Take a left to the gorge or go straight down to the harbor. Smell the fresh salted wind and listen to the boats tough by. Feel alive.
Breath in breath out, ha de Gött!
Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 