So mysterious it sits there in the night sky. Sunbathing, casting just a glimpse of light in the dark. So near, so far.
Poetry, songs, stories, horror, hope, longing, envy. Mind provoking since ancient times. Guiding travelers across land and sea, a friend.
Like a cheese full of holes. Knocked about and bombarded by the universe. Hide and seek in twenty eight day cycles.
Howl at the moon, it’s good for you (but not for the neighbors), ha de Gött!
Through the eye of the needle. What can you see.
Through the eye of the needle. What will fit.
Through the eye of the needle. What will thread.
Through the eye of the needle. What’s on the other side
Through the eye of the needle. Camel or man.
Sometimes better not knowing, ha de Gött!
On the lichen covered rock it waits
Waits to be tossed by the wind
become once again part of the soft soil
Carried away by an ant
Winter anthill shelter building lock
become once again part of the soft soil.
But, be careful where you place it, ha de Gött!
Alone on the beach the little Herring Gull chick. Limping on his injured leg. Deserted by his parents and kind. Looking back with fear in the eyes. To young or scared to make any sound. Unable to open its wings and fly to safety. Little Herring Gull chick stuck in the open field.
I took this picture some weeks ago walking to the boat. First I was glad I could get so close and take a picture without my zoom lens. Then I realized it was a Herring Gull chick that was hurt. Clearly the parents had given up on it as there was no gulls in the air shouting and attacking me. An hour later when I came back a couple of feathers moving in the wind revealed that nature’s taken its course.
Sometimes mother nature is harsh, ha de Gött!
There he sits on top of the hill.
Looking down on the world.
Frown and sighs over the state it’s in.
Is there hope for the coming generations.
Will the troll children ever taste a glas of beer.
Better a troll in the forest than one in cyber space, ha de Gött!
tone from green yellow and red gust chilly wind gently single down birds formation fly far away land left behind on the ground fade and dry yellow parchment wind tossed in shorter days
I wrote this to the autumn, inspired by the colorful leaf. Forming the words, I realized it was about me being left behind. Some days you just feel like a fading leaf, ha de Gött!
Free flowing water to the ocean. Just to be pushed up again.
In a wave powered by the wind. So it moves up and down.
Slowly grinding the rock. Grinding it to a smooth, bare surface.
Persistent alga holds fast. Green shelter for the ocean nursery.
We are 60% water. Pollute it, we pollute ourselves, ha de Gött!
Rings on the water, a brief moment alone Expanding rings connect, overflow and gone Tossed in to the world, flat stone slightly curved Flying elegantly with a bounce, one, two, three, four, five Then sink to be sunk, stone bound to take a dive
Sometimes on a Monday evening those moments just appears, ha de Gött!
Adam the adventures ant Left with a bold chant Walked out the anthill Fearlessly into the evening chill Strongest of animals I am Six times my size, god damn He ran out of luck Six legs was stuck Had to succum' To a chewing gum
You never know what to ant-icipate, ha de Gött!
Like a family of little yellow gnomes, popping out of the decaying oak tree root.
Safely hidden in the fading autumn green leafs, reaching out for the eluding sun.
With yellow hats and casual collars, curiously sniffing the fresh chilly evening air.
Mycel safely connected to the root, signaling celebration their biodiversity flair.
I have not been able to find out what the name is these are, but they are beautiful still. Ha de Gött!
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