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Merry Julblot

Merry Julblot

Christmas is upon us with all its traditions. Even if we think it’s the same every year there is change. Maybe not so fast but it’s there. In English it’s called Christmas referring to the celebration of the birth of Gods son. Makes sense but I wonder if Christmas has been taken hostage by the commercial forces and if that is not the new religion. It is not the first time a new religion builds on, and take over old traditions.

Thousand years ago the pagan Viking’s celebrated Yule blot to honor Odin, the All Father. There is som debate among the historians if this twelve day festival was celebrated at the same time as Christmas or in mid January. It is also referred to as ‘midwinter blot’. Some say that it was first celebrated in mid January and moved in the mid 900 by King Håkon I of Norway to fit the Christian celebration. This was done as an effort to convert the Vikings to Christianity by the already converted Håkon.

In Swedish we say ‘Jul’ for Christmas and in old Norse language it was the name for Odin. Odin being the most important God in Nordic mythology. The word ‘blot’ means sacrificing to the Gods. The ceremonies and ritual killings of animals was a blood dripping event. Drinking of fresh raw blood and splashing over the crowd must have been quite a scene. Luckily it was all washed down with lots and lots of mead.

Be traditional, create new traditions, ha de Gött!

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Into the light

Into the light

The low standing winter sun and night frost creates this exiting light. Tomorrow is winter solstice when sun rises 09:06, barely makes it over the horizon before it sets again 15:21. Then the light starts to come back again. Still the sun wins over Jack Frost and creates a mist over the fields.

Where there is darkness there is light, decide which you want to be. Ha de Gött!

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Want and Need

Want and Need

Want it, got to have it!

That young hot wife to drive off with, in that shiny red sports car. Hair flying in the speed wind.

That brand new phone, backside covered in camera lenses. Join the click party of the happy fit people.

That endless holiday, far stretched tropical white sand beach. Beer served by minimalistic dressed waitresses.

That top management job, private jet to close those big deals. Bank account flooding over by the minute.

That stare from the nightclub queue, sweeping passed. Arms wrapped around curves.

Need, not much.

To live, love and be loved, a family to hug.

Friends, beer, a laugh. Music and a bite to eat.

Don’t cross the stream to get water, ha de Gött!

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Concert hall

Concert hall

City reflections. Gates of shiny steel and glass.

Doors to fine arts. Symphonies by strictly dressed musicians.

Stroke of strings under soft chin. The Artist of the orchestra.

Art reflections. Gates of shiny steel and glass.

Doors to rough reality. Cacophony by the vibrant city.

Everyday walking by, a motley crew. The Artists of life.

This is really the doors to the Göteborg Stadsteater, Gothenburg Theater, but the doors to the Concert Hall opposite the plaza are not so photogenic. Artistic freedom, ha de Gött!

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The Question

The Question

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?

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Wishing

Wishing

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!

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More Snow

More Snow

More snow on the winter green juniper bush. Love the contrast of the sharp needles and the soft snow. There is warmth in the vivid green and coldness in the white snow. Like Snowwhite taking refuge with the raw barked seven dwarfs.

Be cool, ha de Gött!

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Fishing port

Fishing port

The small port in the fishing village Resö a cold winters day. Thermometer showing -4°C but with the wind at gale strength coming in from northeast the cold effect is -10°C. The hardships of the fearless photographer.

The small village shares its name with the island it’s situated on. 170 people live here year around but in summer this number goes up significantly. The trawl fishing boats gets crowded by leisure boats in the sheltered harbor. The island is also accessible by a narrow winding road. Here is also one of the ‘gates’ to the first national marine park in Sweden, Kosterhavet National Park.

This little squirrel also live in Resö.

Keep warm, wear Long Johns, ha de Gött!

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Published

Published

Yes, it’s true I’ve got an article published in a local newspaper called Veckovis. It’s very local so I share it here with you. Written in Swedish originally so I hope not too much is lost in translation.

The Turquoise Bridge

At the top of Norra Bullaren where the lake turns into Enningdalsälven we find this beautiful turquoise pearl. This beautiful bridge is probably missed by most people who pass by on the Blue-Green road towards the Norwegian border. Nowadays, both the store and the petrol station are closed on the Swedish side. But if you stopp from nostalgic reasons, like me, and look down to the lake, you see it. As an avid hobby photographer, you are drawn to such beauty as bees to nectar-filled flowers. 

The narrow cast iron bridge with wooden carriageway were built almost 100 years ago. The proud logo from Götaverken, Gothenburg, is embedded in the turquoise together with the year 1926. A work like this must have songs and poetry dedicated to it, I thought. Happily, I threw myself over a famous search engine on returning home. All searches on bridge Vassbotten came up quite empty. Searches on Enningdalsälven resulted in more hits on Älgafallet.

Even though Älgafallet is mighty and makes the photographer’s motive sensors go off at full speed, it was a bridge I wanted to know more about. Here it was important to make a “Message Board” with the thoughts and try something new. Götaverken. For me, who was born in Gothenburg, it is above all a shipyard. My father, who by the way was from Holkekärr in Bullaren, worked there when I was a child. Yes that is correct. I’m half-bulling in the embezzlement, hence the nostalgic stop at the store. The bridge, Bullaren, Götaverken and Gothenburg felt a bit like closing a circle. 

Götaverken ceased all operations in 2015, but all documentation has been saved at the National Archives in Gothenburg. Using the well-known search engine, I came to the conclusion that there was an archive of bridges and viaducts. It was in cover number nine for the years 1905 – 1937. Tab 33 Wassbotten, highway bridge Bullarens Härad 1926. A small notice “reading room” meant that it was as far as I could get in the digital world.  

Like the Phantom, would I have to leave the deep forests and wide expanses to walk the streets of the city like an ordinary man? With a son studying to be a history teacher at the University of Gothenburg, I did not have to go into the big city. This did not go down well with the wife who missed out on a shopping trip, but it is important to prioritize. After brushing off the archive dust, the good son was able to share lots of information with me.

The contract, with order number 5836, states that the bridge must have a parallel span with a length of 30 meters and a free bridge width of 4 meters. “Materials holding the requirements for cast iron class B shall be used for the iron superstructure except rivets and bolts”. “The bridge parts are to be coated twice with lead paint”. The work was to be completed on 1 October 1926 and anchorages were to be prepared by the client no later than 15 August. The contract was signed 31 March 1926. According to the contract, the price was SEK 14,500 (€1450). According to Statistics Sweden’s Price Converter, this would correspond to SEK 430,000 today (€43,000)

Test loading of the bridge took place on 6 and 7 December 1926, by loading the bridge with a 35 cm thick layer of gravel. According to the calculations in the protocol, the load was then about 600 kg / m2. The bridge arched 17 mm on the southern beam and 21 mm on the northern beam. After the load was removed, the bridge returned to its original position. In the test print protocol, I discovered that the modern spelling of Vassbotten was used with a simple V and not W as in the contract. 

The search for more information continued through contact with the Swedish Transport Administration. A very helpful archivist produced the drawing. The drawing which was completed a week later on April 6, 1926. Drawing and subtitling are done by hand. The engineer has based his construction on the Royal Swedish Road and Water Agency’s standard drawings for road and railway bridges A17 and A20. I do not dare to interpret the engineer’s signature so his name will remain unknown. I wonder if he understood that the bridge would still be in use after almost 100 years. Here you can also read that the carriageway is made of wood. Load-bearing plank 4×4 inches and wear surface plank in the dimension 2×5 inches. 

I also received information from the Swedish Transport Administration that a renovation and reinforcement had been done in 1956. Wooden planks and steel parts were replaced. The drawing shows that “all wood except the wear plank is impregnated with arsenic and creosote preparations”. “New steel parts are coated with lead paint and coated twice with anti-corrosion paint”. Here too, we can see changes through the history of the bridge. The dimensions of the wooden plank are here stated in millimeters, 50×125.  

Lots of technology here so we return to the bridge’s beautiful appearance. Such engineering needs attention and I hope I got someone to look a little extra next time they pass. Maybe someone has been inspired to write a song about it.

Be a bridge over someones troubled waters, ha de Gött!

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Man cold

Man cold

I have a cold, and all men out there know what I’m talking about!.

My wife just giggles and mumbles something about giving birth. But let me explain how it feels.

The brain suddenly feels three sizes too big. However a jolly gang of workers banging away with sledgehammers, pickaxes and shovels to reduce the size. They move around the head with a big old Steam Train going cathunk, cathunk. The train blows the whistle on every lap around the head stopping with screaming breaks at the station between the eyes.

The foreman realizes that the brain size is not reducing fast enough so he decide to use dynamite and C4! They all cheer loudly after the explosion and, since it was a good blast they do it again, and again!

The throat feels like a dessert but my nose is working hard to build up a flood to wet it. Unfortunately this flood clogs and block any attempts to get air though the nostrils. I’m gasping for air through the mouth with the result of sand dunes start to form in the pharynx.

The water missing from my throat has now started to come out of the biggest organ in the body, the skin, rivers and rivers of sweat. Trying to speak only to realize that the sand in my mouth now have turned into glue.

I try to get out of the bed but the guys working in the muscles has been called to the brain shrinking task force. Resulting in me crawling on all four like a baby to get to the bathroom. Every step, if you can call crawling that, feels like I’m a pincushion.

After slipping around the bathroom floor I manage to find my way back to the bed. Without getting lost in the closet. Only find myself in front of Mount Everest.

Trying to climb back into bed makes all the muscle guys go to their Union rep and complain. As they go on strike I fall asleep on the floor dreaming of demonstrations and rioting. Now the left and right side of the brain decides to start a civil war firing artillery at each other.

After what feels like forever I recover and the merry men in my head finally managed to reduce my brain size to fit the thick skull. The muscle guys however demands vacation due to the overtime. I stumble out to the kitchen just to find the To Do List from the wife!

Stay warm, ha de Gött!

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