Geese with goslings not at all interested to have their picture taken. I think these geese are Graylag Goose (anser anser). If Mozart was a goose he would probably write a quackaphony in B-flat.
Gosh that was a poor wordplay, ha de Gött!
Some evenings are just magical. Stillness and the spring evening sun warms up your frozen winter soul. With that light I’m glad I brought the camera. With the birds song in my ears I just don’t want to go home.
I just wish that I was a better poet to make this justice, please feel free to lend a helping hand.
Ha de Gött!
I can sit for hours by the sea. Just listening to the waves. Hoping that the seagulls don’t fly over me and drop their……
Always wear a cap, ha de Gött!
Flying off into the sunset. Commuting business woman in front is already asleep and misses the safety brief. Scared first time flyer behind with sweaty forehead and white knuckles. Smiling stewards and stewardesses slamming their aluminium cupboards. The infant in the back row screams from top of his lungs, sensing his mothers unrest. A last check, all seatbelts fasten, chair in upright position and no blinds down.
Out on to the runway and with a muffled command to cabin crew the pilot gives full throttle. We fly off, off into the setting sun and you find yourself wondering why there life jackets under your seat and not parachutes.
Relax, you always come down. Ha de Gött!
I see at last
a shining light
far away
at the end
of the tunnel
I hope it is
not a train
Keep calm, walk on. Ha de Gött!
One week late, the Easter bonfire. This tradition dates back the mid 1700 in Sweden and Finland. The are lit to welcome the spring. Mostly to scare of the Easter witch flying on their broom to the island Blåkulla to feast with the devil.
Easter is the day when Swedish children traditionally go trick or treat dressed up as Easter witch or Easter man. Sadly this tradition has lately faded out and been taken over by the imported Halloween tradition.
Fly safe, ha de Gött!
There is a hole in the reason
there is a reason for the hole
Be reasonable, ha de Gött!
Walk into the sunset of the great wide open.
Let the fresh chilly evening air fill your lungs.
Allow mother nature to rock you in the moment.
Take care of those moments, ha de Gött!
Now once again I find myself
in this terrible predicament
a weight of the world
on my sloping shoulders
pulse banging hard and fast
shivering breath and pearls of sweat
three times of every year
this cycle of horrific fear
one of the those repeating event
I need to find my wife a present
One down, two to go. Ha de Gött!
Things around falling apart everything looks bleak and dark when outlook is crashing down giants eats the light around don't worry, everything will be fine I'll just put the kettle on
Tea fixes everything, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 