Try something clever to write, to the point.
But imagination was lost, frozen.
Ha de Gött!
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Frozen Point
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Greby Grave Field
Outside the small town Grebbestad lays the Greby grave field. Even if it’s unique for this area there is not much known. There are around 200 graves that dates back to Iron age, year 200 – 600. Many of the burial mounds have large stones at the top. Very few excavations has been done but in 1873 historian Oscar Montelius examined ten of the burial mounds.
He found in almost all graves an urn with burned bones often with some small objects like a bone comb or glas beads. Ceramic vessels with an ear and a glass bead molded in the bottom. This type of pottery has been found in England and Germany. This suggest that this burial site was connected to a trading place.
There is an interesting legend that was told to one of the disciples of Carl von Linné, Pehr Kalm who visited in 1742. According to this fishermen from Scotland visited the area during the herring periods. Legend has that a Scottish army invaded and raided all the way to Bullaren 25 kilometres inland. A local army defeated them in two battles where the final one stod at Greby. None of the Scotts made it home and their remains was buried here. There is however no evidence found for this.
Come in peace, get home in one piece, ha de Gött!
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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
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 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
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
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
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 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
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.
Keep warm, wear Long Johns, ha de Gött!
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